Now shall I, because I am your Daddy, tell you what Madam How would not have told you?
When you get on board the yacht, you will think it all very pleasant for an hour, as long as you are in the bay.

But presently you will get a little bored, and run about the deck, and disturb people, and want to sit here, there, and everywhere, which I should not like.

And when you get beyond that headland, you will find the great rollers coming in from the Atlantic, and the cutter tossing and heaving as you never felt before, under a burning sun.

And then my merry little young gentleman will begin to feel a little sick; and then very sick, and more miserable than he ever felt in his life; and wish a thousand times over that he was safe at home, even doing sums in long division; and he will give a great deal of trouble to various kind ladies--which no one has a right to do, if he can help it.
Of course I do not wish to be sick: only it looks such beautiful weather.
And so it is: but don't fancy that last night's rain and wind can have passed without sending in such a swell as will frighten you, when you see the cutter climbing up one side of a wave, and running down the other; Madam How tells me that, though she will not tell you yet.
Then why do they go out?
Because they are accustomed to it.

They have come hither all round from Cowes, past the Land's End, and past Cape Clear, and they are not afraid or sick either.