"Not till we came."
"It must have been quite a surprise. By Jove, the old fox! I suppose he hadn't got the shadow of a right, then, to let the boat to me?"
"My gracious!" breathed Phyllis, and shut up the drawer of shirts with a snap. I don't know what she did with the blue silk object, except that it suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the floor. Perhaps she stood on it.
"What an awful thing," said I. "You're sure you're not in the wrong boat? You're sure he didn't let you some other one?"
"Sure. There is no other one in Holland exactly like this. I've been on board nearly every day for a week, ever since I began to——"
"Since you began——"
"To have her done up. Nothing to speak of, you know; but she's been lying here all winter, and—er—I had a fancy to clean house——"
"Then—all these things are—yours?"
"Some of the things——"
"The Dutch clock, the deck-chairs, the silk cushions, the curtains, and decorations in the cabin——"