At about six they would begin to miss her; her mother always called her, then, to get up.

Four hours.
"Hum,--well," said Gypsy, drawing her sack-collar closer, "pretty long time to sit out in a boat and shiver.

It might be worse, though." Just then her foot struck something soft under the seat.

She pulled it out, and found it to be an old coat of Tom's, which he sometimes used for boating.
Fortunately it was not wet, for the boat was new, and did not leak.

She wrapped it closely around her shoulders, curled herself up snugly in the stern, and presently pronounced herself "as warm as toast, and as comfortable as an oyster." Then she began to look about her.