This is treating me like a friend.

Here I am, you see, staring at a picture.

I can never get by this shop without stopping.

But what a thing here is, by way of a boat! Do look at it.
Did you ever see the like?
What queer fellows your fine painters must be, to think that anybody would venture their lives in such a shapeless old cockleshell as that?
And yet here are two gentlemen stuck up in it mightily at their ease, and looking about them at the rocks and mountains, as if they were not to be upset the next moment, which they certainly must be.

I wonder where that boat was built!" (laughing heartily); "I would not venture over a horsepond in it.