CHAPTER XV.
Household duties .-- Love of work .-- The old river hand, what he does and what he tells you he has done .-- Scepticism of the new generation .-- Early boating recollections .-- Rafting .-- George does the thing in style .-- The old boatman, his method .-- So calm, so full of peace .-- The beginner .-- Punting .-- A sad accident .-- Pleasures of friendship .-- Sailing, my first experience .-- Possible reason why we were not drowned.
[Picture: Woman at housework] We woke late the next morning, and, at Harris's earnest desire, partook of a plain breakfast, with "non dainties." Then we cleaned up, and put everything straight (a continual labour, which was beginning to afford me a pretty clear insight into a question that had often posed me--namely, how a woman with the work of only one house on her hands manages to pass away her time), and, at about ten, set out on what we had determined should be a good day's journey.
We agreed that we would pull this morning, as a change from towing; and Harris thought the best arrangement would be that George and I should scull, and he steer.

I did not chime in with this idea at all; I said I thought Harris would have been showing a more proper spirit if he had suggested that he and George should work, and let me rest a bit.

It seemed to me that I was doing more than my fair share of the work on this trip, and I was beginning to feel strongly on the subject.
It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do.

It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me.

I can sit and look at it for hours.