If this wind should hold, we'll make it in five days." "And if it storms?
The boat could not live ?" She had a way of looking one in the eyes and demanding the truth, and thus she looked at me as she asked the question.
"It would have to storm very hard," I temporized.
"And if it storms very hard ?" I nodded my head.

"But we may be picked up any moment by a sealing-schooner.

They are plentifully distributed over this part of the ocean." "Why, you are chilled through!" she cried.

"Look! You are shivering.
Don't deny it; you are.

And here I have been lying warm as toast." "I don't see that it would help matters if you, too, sat up and were chilled," I laughed.
"It will, though, when I learn to steer, which I certainly shall." She sat up and began making her simple toilet.