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102
JOIINNY BLOSSOM
the time that he ought not, and yet — he had
done it.
It was only an excuse when he had told
himself that it was all right to sail with an
umbrella. He knew perfectly well that it wasn’t.
Ugh! how disobedient he had been, he who
was heir of Kingthorpe, too! Before, it didn’t
matter so very much if he were disobedient; but
everything was different now that he was the
Kingthorpe heir. He must not be disobedient
any more, for it was shameful. How sorry, how
sorry he was!
All this time they were striving as hard as
they could to turn the boat toward shore.
Johnny’s thoughts ran on:
It wasn’t because the wind blew so furiously
or that the waves dashed so high or that the
umbrella had floated away, that made him so
sorry! No indeed. Pooh! Nor was it that they
sat drenched in the tossing boat far out among
great white-capped waves. If he only had not
been so awfully disobedient.
Suppose he had been drowned. It would
have been pleasant, wouldn’t it, for him, the
heir of Kingthorpe, to meet Uncle Isaac at the
heavenly gate, after being so disobedient?
"This was a crazy plan," said Tellef. His cap
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