We were merry, and I was telling yarns.

We were just nearing a landing-stage, when a pretty girl, with more gush than sense, caught me by the arm and begged some ridiculous thing of me--an autograph, or what not.

A minute afterwards I saw my wife spring from the bulwarks down on the landing-stage, and rush up the shore into the woods....

We were two days finding her.

That settled it.