"Oh, comfortable."
"Bart is getting to be a big boy, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. He thinks a good deal of you. Now, you know that habit he got into once--"
"What was that?"
"Of taking my spy-glass and going out to look at the lighthouse at night--"
"To see if I had hung out a lantern because we were disabled--by sickness, you know, or something of the kind?"
"That is it. Well, his granny says he hasn't wholly dropped it now. She will see him go out, and when he comes back she will say, 'Anything?' 'Nothing,' he will say."
"Oh, I guess there never will be any need of his looking."
"No, I s'pose not; but it shows his interest."
"Yes; I am thankful for that.--Well, let us have a fish to broil; have come out for that."