"Cast off!" says Payne, and out between the rocks we shoot, with Aunty
and Mrs. Hollister wavin' from the veranda. Anyway, that was some
relief. This wa'n't Aunty's day for picnickin'.

She didn't know what she was missin', I expect; for, say, that's good
breathin' air up off Boothbay. There's some life and pep to it, and
rushin' through it that way you can't help pumpin' your lungs full.
Makes you glow and tingle inside and out. Makes you want to holler.
That, and the sunshine dancin' on the water, and the feel of the boat
slicin' through the waves, the engine purrin' away a sort of rag-time
tune, and the pennants whippin', and all that scenery shiftin' around
to new angles, not to mention the fact that Vee's along--well, I was
enjoyin' life about then. Kind of got into my blood. Everything was
lovely, and I didn't care what happened next.

Me bein' the crew, I expect I should have been fussin' around up front,
coilin' ropes, or groomin' the machinery. But I can't make my eyes
behave. I has to turn around every now and then and grin. Mabel don't
seem to mind.

"William," says she, signalin' me, "see if you can't find a box of
candy in that basket."

I hops over the steerin' seat back into the standin' room and digs it
out. Also I lingers around while Mabel feeds in a few pieces.

"Have some?" says she. "You're so good-natured looking."

"That's my long suit," says I.