But he had no intention of going in that direction, and Mab, who steered, knew the water well.
There was no sun, a circumstance which Mab deplored, but for which Merefleet was profoundly grateful.
"You're not nearly so lazy as you used to be," she said to him approvingly, as he rested his oars after a long pull.
"No," said Merefleet.

"I am beginning to see the error of my ways." "I'm real glad to hear you say so," she said heartily.

"And I want to tell you, Big Bear--that as I'm never going to New York again, I've decided to be an Englishwoman.

And you've got to help me." Merefleet looked at her with undisguised appreciation, but he shook his head at her words.

She was marvellous; she was inimitable; she was unique.