But shall I tell you how you would end this evening ?--at least so I suspect.

Lying miserable in a stuffy cabin, on a sofa, and not quite sure whether you were dead or alive, till you were bundled into a boat about twelve o'clock at night, when you ought to be safe asleep, and come home cold, and wet, and stupid, and ill, and lie in bed all to- morrow.
But will they be wet and cold?
I cannot be sure; but from the look of the sky there to westward, I think some of them will be.

So do you make up your mind to stay with me.

But if it is fine and smooth to-morrow, perhaps we may row down the bay, and see plenty of wonderful things.
But why is it that Madam How will not tell people beforehand what will happen to them, as you have told me?
Now I will tell you a great secret, which, alas! every one has not found out yet.

Madam How will teach you, but only by experience.