CHAPTER IX.
THE THREE GRAY BEANS.
Corny went ashore, but she did not stay there three minutes.

From the edge of the wharf we could see that Silver Spring was better worth looking at than anything we should be likely to see on shore.

The little lake seemed deeper than a three-story house, and yet, even from where we stood, we could see down to the very bottom.
There were two boys with row-boats at the wharf.

We hired one of the boats right off, and Corny gave me such a look, that I told her to get in.

After she was in the boat, she asked her mother, who was standing on the deck of the steam-boat, if she might go.