The idea of the unknown countries made Dexter thrill, and he listened eagerly as the boy went on prosing away while he fished, taking out his line from time to time, and dropping the bait in likely places.
“Haven’t made up my mind what boat I shall have yet, only it must be a good one.”
“Yes,” said Dexter; “you’d want a good big boat.”
“Not such a very big un,” said Bob. “I should want a nice un with cushions, because you’d have to sit in it so long.”
“And sleep in it too?”
“Oh yes; you’d have to sleep in it.”
“Should you light the fire, and cook in it!” said Dexter innocently.
“Yah! No, o’ course not. You’d go ashore every time you wanted to cook, and light a fire there with a burnin’-glass.”
“But suppose the sun didn’t shine!”
“Sun always shines out there,” said Bob. “That sailor chap told me, and the birds are all sorts of colours, and the fish too, like you see in glass globes. I mean to go.”