"These pines shut off the inlet below, and all the little fishing boats.

One of them is yours, I suppose.

Which ?" "That is my launch there," I replied, pointing.
"The little white one?
You built it yourself, I think Father said." "He was mistaken, if he said that.

I am not clever enough to build a boat, Miss Colton.

I bought the Comfort, second-hand." I don't know why I added the "second-hand." Probably because I had not yet freed my mind from the bitterness--yes, and envy--which the sight of this girl and her people always brought with it.