"Yes."

"What's the row?"

"No row at all -- excepting that I am trying to get her back to
the asylum."

"Is she crazy?"

"A little bit; but not near as bad as she used to be. She got
out of the asylum in Brooklyn yesterday, and I've had my hands
full trying to get her back. She imagines she is a sea captain
and always runs off with my uncle's yacht."

"I see. That's putty bad for your family."

"Oh, yes; but we are getting used to it. Take care, we are going
to swing around."

Never suspecting that he had been regaled with a string of
falsehoods, the farmer let go with his, boathook, and yacht and
flatboat speedily drifted apart.

It was with a big sigh of relief that Dan Baxter saw the flatboat
recede in the distance.

"That was a narrow shave," he muttered. "If that fellow had
insisted on talking to Dora there would have been a whole lot of
trouble."