When we had finished our supper and had paid for it, and were going down to take our little boat again,--for we had rowed up the river,--Euphemia stopped and looked around her.

Then she clasped her hands and exclaimed in an ecstatic undertone: "We must have a canal-boat!" And she never swerved from that determination.
After I had seriously thought over the matter, I could see no good reason against adopting this plan.

It would certainly be a cheap method of living, and it would really be housekeeping.

I grew more and more in favor of it.

After what the oyster-man had done, what might not we do?
HE had never written a book on housekeeping, nor, in all probability, had he considered the matter, philosophically, for one moment in all his life.
But it was not an easy thing to find a canal-boat.