"It's within the bounds of human possibility to stop this engine." They threaded the last winding channel and came out into the bay.
Across, on the opposite shore, the new sheds and lumber piles of what was to be the aviation camp loomed raw and yellow in the sunlight.

A brisk breeze ruffled the blue water and the pines on the hilltops shook their heads and shrugged their green shoulders.
The "Araminta" chugged across the bay, rising and falling ever so little on the miniature rollers.
"What shall we do, Uncle Jed ?" asked Barbara.

"Shall we go to see the camp or shall we have our chowder and luncheon first and then go ?" Jed took out his watch, shook it and held it to his ear--a precautionary process rendered necessary because of his habit of forgetting to wind it--then after a look at the dial, announced that, as it was only half-past ten, perhaps they had better go to the camp first.
"You see," he observed, "if we eat now we shan't hardly know whether we're late to breakfast or early to dinner." Barbara was surprised.
"Why, Uncle Jed!" she exclaimed, "I had breakfast ever so long ago! Didn't you ?" "I had it about the same time you did, I cal'late.

But my appetite's older than yours and it don't take so much exercise; I guess that's the difference.

We'll eat pretty soon.