"Well, he's made a smart one, ha'n't he? — ain't he about as smart as any one they've got in Mannahatta?"
"I'm not a judge," said Elizabeth, who could not quite keep her countenance. "I dare say he is."
"He was my favourite, always, Winthrop was, — the Governor, as they called him. Well — I'd vote for him if he was sot up for that office — or any other office — if they'd do it while I'm above ground. Where is he now? — in Mannahatta?"
"Yes."
"Where's t'other one — the oldest — Rufus — where's he?"
"I don't know where he is. How soon will this do to be put in the water, Mr. Underhill?"
"Well — I guess it'll want somethin' of a dryin' fust. You can get along without it till next week, can't you?"
"Next week! and this is Tuesday! —"
"Yes — will you want it afore that? It hadn't ought to be put in the water one day afore Monday — if you want it to look handsome — or to wear worth speakin' of."
Miss Haye was silent, and the old man's brush made long sweeps back and forward over the shining gunwale.