She was woman, my kind, on my plane, and the delightful intimacy of kind, of man and woman, was possible, as well as the reverence and awe in which I knew I should always hold her.
She found the pin with an adorable little cry, and I turned my attention more fully to my steering.

I proceeded to experiment, lashing and wedging the steering-oar until the boat held on fairly well by the wind without my assistance.

Occasionally it came up too close, or fell off too freely; but it always recovered itself and in the main behaved satisfactorily.
"And now we shall have breakfast," I said.

"But first you must be more warmly clad." I got out a heavy shirt, new from the slop-chest and made from blanket goods.

I knew the kind, so thick and so close of texture that it could resist the rain and not be soaked through after hours of wetting.