"What man hath done man can do," quoted Mitchell sententiously, following
his lead.
"But no man ever unloaded Aunt Mary," Clover reminded him, as they brought
up the rear.
Then they were all on deck, a chair was brought for the honored guest, and
Mitchell introduced his sailing-master who had been drawn to gaze upon the
rather novel manner in which she had been brought aboard.
"I want Miss Watkins to have the sail of her life, Renfew," said Mitchell.
"We aren't coming back until night."
"We'll have sail enough sure, sir," said Renfew, touching his cap, and
then he walked away and the work of starting off began. A tug had been
engaged to tow them out into the breeze and Jack thought it would be nice
to show Aunt Mary around while they were being meandered through coal
barges, etc. They went below and Aunt Mary saw everything with a most
flattering interest.
"I d'n know but what I'd enjoy a little yacht of my own," she said to
Mitchell. "I think it's so amusin' the way everythin' turns over into
suthin' else. I suppose Joshua could learn to sail me--I wouldn't want to
trust no new man, I know."
"Why, of course," said Jack, "and we could all come and visit you, Aunt
Mary."
Aunt Mary smiled hospitably.
"I'd be glad to see you all any day," she said cordially; "and I shall
have a hole in the bottom of the boat for people to go in and out of, and
a nice staircase down to it, so you needn't mind the notion of how you'll
get on and off.
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