We are extremely comfortable, and our boat is not a canoe, or any such nonsensical affair.

It is a large, commodious canal-boat." Waterford turned around and looked at me.
"Are you a deck-hand ?" he asked.
"Deck-grandmother!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you needn't get mad about it," he said.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; but I couldn't see what else you could be on a canal-boat.

I don't suppose, for instance, that you're captain." "But I am," said I.
"Look here!" said Waterford; "this is coming it rather strong, isn't it ?" As I saw he was getting angry, I told him all about it,--told him how we had hired a stranded canal-boat and had fitted it up as a house, and how we lived so cosily in it, and had called it "Rudder Grange," and how we had taken a boarder.
"Well!" said he, "this is certainly surprising.

I'm coming out to see you some day.