“When shall you go?”
“Oh, some day when I’m ready. I know of a jolly boat as would just do.”
“Do you?”
“Yes; I dessay you’ve seen it. Belongs to Danby’s, down the river. Lives in a boat-house.”
“Yes, I’ve seen it,” said Dexter eagerly. “It is a beauty!”
“Well, that’s the sort of boat I mean to have. P’r’aps I shall have that.”
“You couldn’t have that,” cried Dexter.
“Why not? They never use it, not more’n twice a year. Dessay they’d lend it.”
“That they wouldn’t,” cried Dexter.
“Well, then, I should borrow it, and bring it back when I’d done with it. What games you could have with a boat like that!”