88 BRAGGADOCIO.

Howard Framingham, looking over a low
fence near the edge of the bank which ter-
minated the grounds of Rose Lawn.

“ Hulloa, there, I say,” cried George, spring-
ing over the fence, and running down the slop-
ing bank to the edge of the river, followed by
Howard.

‘¢ What business had you over there, on that
island? We have been looking at you through
a spy-glass all day,” said George.

“ You might have been in better business,”
said Tom, rowing as fast as he could.

The boys on the bank continued running
after the boat, and keeping up with it.

‘What impudence,” exclaimed George,
pointing at the stern of the boat—“ Ada!”

There, sure enough, was painted, in large
white letters, “ ADA.”

“What business have you to name your
boat after my sister?’ demanded George,
fiercely.

“JT have a right to name my boat just what
I please,” replied Tom, looking straight for-
ward the way he was rowing. |

George took up a stone and threw at Tom;

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