And the books! There isn't an inch of wall-space!" She went on a voyage of discovery round the shelves while my aunt explained the object of their visit.

Somebody, I forget who, had lent them a yacht.

They were making up a party for a summer cruise in Norwegian fiords.

The Thingummies and the So and So's and Lord This and Miss That had promised to come, but they were sadly in need of a man to play host--I was to fancy three lone women at the mercy of the skipper.
I did, and I didn't envy the skipper.

What more natural, gushed my aunt, than that they should turn to me, the head of the house, in their difficulty?
"I am afraid, my dear aunt," said I, "that my acquaintance with skipper-terrorising hosts is nil.