The idea of me, daughter and granddaughter of seafarin' folks that studied the weather all their lives, not knowin' enough to stay to home when it looked as much like a storm as it did this mornin'.

And draggin' you into it, too.

We could have come tomorrow or next day just as well, but no, nothin' to do but I must start today 'cause I'd planned to.

This comes of figgerin' to profit by what folks leave to you in wills.

Talk about dead men's shoes! Live men's rubber boots would be worth more to you and me this minute.