e baggage for a long while to
come," said Mr. Rover, with a smile, and then had Aleck take the things
below. When Hans saw the elegant staterooms, and the main saloon of the
steam yacht with its beautiful mirrors and rich carvings, his eyes
bulged out like saucers.

"Mine cracious!" he gasped. "Vos dis der poat we sail in, udder vos dis
a poat pelonging to Mr. Vanderfellow, or some of dose udder
millionaires?"

"This is the boat," said Tom, with a wink at the others. "Of course
it's rather plain, Hans, but maybe you'll get used to it."

"Blain? Vy, Dom----"

"There are only six kinds of baths aboard, cold, hot, soda, milk,
mustard, and cream de fizz, but if you want any other kind all you've
got to do is to ask the ship's carpenter about it."

"Six kinds of paths! Vy I ton't vos----"

"And then at meals the cook serves only five kinds of dessert--pie,
fruit, iced-cabbage, vinegar sherbit, and hot lardalumpabus. Of course
I know you don't like pie and fruit and things like that, but you'll
fall dead in love with the lardalumpabus," went on the fun-loving
Rover.

"Vot is dot lardapusalump ennahow?" queried Hans, scratching his head
gravely. "I ton't remember him."

"Why, it's a compote, with frizzled gizzardinus and pollylolly. It's
delicious, served with cream and salt--but you want lots of salt, Hans,
lots of salt."

"Maybe I try him, I ton't know," answered the German youth, gravely.
And then even Tom had to turn away, to keep from roaring in Hans' face.

The Rover boys went to the depot to meet the train which was to bring
in the Stanhopes and the Lanings. There was a little delay, but it was
soon over and they were shaking hands warmly all around.

"It seems so delightful to go off on another trip!" said Dora, to Dick.
"I know I am going to enjoy it very much!"

"And I know I am going to enjoy it, too--with you along," answered
Dick, with a smile which spoke volumes.

"Mother is quite excited--thinking she is going on a treasure hunt,"
went on Dora. "But I think a few days' rest on shipboard will quiet her
nerves."

"I hope for your sake, Dora, our hunt proves successful," added Dick,
gallantly.

"I have always wanted to go to the West Indies," said Nellie Laning to
Tom. "I want to pick some ripe bananas and cocoanuts right from the
trees."

"Yes, and ripe oranges," put in Grace. "Won't it be jolly?" she added,
turning to Sam.

"Too jolly for anything!" murmured Sam, and then he gave Grace's a