I mean, the river runs into the gipsies' country as straight as it can go." "Just so." "Well, you seem very cool about it!" "I am not going down the river." "Then, where _are_ you going ?" "On the Lake." "Whew!" (whistling) "Pooh! Why, the Lake's--let me see, to Heron Bay it's quite fifteen miles.

You can't paddle across the land." "But I can put the canoe on a cart." "Aha! why didn't you tell me before ?" "Because I did not wish anyone to know.

Don't say anything." "Not I.But what on earth, or rather, on water, are you driving at?
Where are you going?
What's the canoe for ?" "I am going a voyage.

But I will tell you all when it is ready.
Meantime, I rely on you to keep silence.

The rest think the boat is for the river." "I will not say a word.