Then we both laughed, and there was a reminiscent pause.
“What became of your boat?” I asked finally.
“Sold. You kept yours.”
“Yes. It’s in the cellar, there at Nantucket. I could have it sent on.”
“Cost as much as to buy a new one.”
“A new one wouldn’t be as good.” I bristled a little. Any one who has owned a boat is very sensitive about its virtues.
“How big?”
“How should I know? A little boat—maybe twelve feet.”
“Two oars?”
“Four.”