"Yes. Don't you?"
"I like part of it very much, and I like the tune; but I like to be able to say all the words of a hymn. How sweet that was! — Governor, don't you think it would be pleasant to stay here all night?"
"Singing?"
"No — but talking, and sleeping."
"I am afraid it would sadly hinder to-morrow's talk, and oblige you to sleep instead."
"Then I'll go right away. Do you think we shall be at Wut-a- qut-o in the morning?"
"If the wind holds."
By Winthrop's care and management the little cabin was made not absolutely uncomfortable, and Winnie's bed was laid on the floor between door and window so that she could sleep without being smothered. He himself mounted guard outside, and sleeping or waking kept the deck for the whole night.
"Governor," said Winnie cautiously putting her head out at the door, just as the summer dawn was growing into day, — "Governor! — are we there?"
"We are here."