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“We must have a nurse for him,” Mrs. Racer decided, when she and her husband, together with the boys, had talked the case over at the breakfast table. “Poor lad, he needs care. He looks as if he came from good people—a refined family—don’t you think so, Dick?” and she turned to her husband.

“Oh, yes, he seems like a nice lad. Get a nurse if you can, and have the best of everything. And I don’t want you boys tackling any more whales,” Mr. Racer added decidedly, as he gazed at his sons a bit sternly.

“No, indeed!” their mother hastened to add. “I should have died of nervousness if I had known they went out again, after that dreadful fish smashed Andy’s boat.”

“A whale’s an animal, not a fish, mother,” said the younger lad as he gave her a kiss. “We are going to capture that one and sell its oil.”

“Don’t you dare venture whale-hunting again, or we’ll go straight back to New York, and that will be the end of your vacation,” she threatened.

“That’s right,” added Mr. Racer. “Don’t forget. Well, I must be off or I’ll miss my boat,” and he hurried away to his New York office.