“Assuredly.”
“Well, that’s all to-night. We’re friends?”
“We are.”
“Then, good-night. I have got to keep the first morning watch.”
“Good-night, Peter.”
“Jill,” I said, “we’ve made fools of ourselves already. Let us go down below, and turn in.”
So we did, and cosy little cribs we had, and a little cabin all to ourselves—this is most exceptional, mind, but we were very young.
Just after we got up from our knees,—
“Give us the log-books,” I said, “Jill.”
“I say, Jack,” said Jill, sleepily, “maybe it would be as well to write every day’s doings complete every morning.”