"The house would seem like nothing to me without the chair!" "But we must do without it, my dear," said I, "at least for a while.

I can sit out on deck and smoke of an evening, you know." "Yes," said Euphemia.

"You can sit on the bulwarks and I can sit by you.
That will do very well.

I'm sure I'm glad the boat has bulwarks." So we resigned the easy-chair and bought a bedstead and some very plain bedding.

The bedstead was what is sometimes called a "scissors-bed." We could shut it up when we did not want to sleep in it, and stand it against the wall.
When we packed up our trunks and left the boarding-house Euphemia fairly skipped with joy.
We went down to Ginx's in the first boat, having arranged that our furniture should be sent to us in the afternoon.