"Not on my estates," he assured me; "nothing unpleasant on them at all. But it's funny you should be here waiting for a ship to come in. For that's just what I am doing."
"Have you a ship?"
"One exactly like your father's."
"Do you know my father?"
"No, but I know his ship."
"Is it a three-masted schooner, painted white?"
"Why, it's white. I am not sure about the three masts. But it's white sure enough, all bright and shiny. So is mine. Most of 'em are."
"Do many people have ships?"
"Oh, yes, lots and lots. Some of them have velocipedes on board, and some have—oh, all kinds of things."