"I've been feeling like an outcast or a galley-slave, or some such unlucky wretch, laboring away at the oar, with you two having the pick of everything inside."
"You seemed depressed!" his mother said, with amused appreciation of his lament.
They had turned toward home, and were just coming up with the Colonel's gondola. The men were resting on their oars, while the passengers stood up to survey the view beyond the jetty.
"You didn't come out far enough to get the swell," said Pauline.
"Yes, we did," May answered. "But we didn't like it; so we came back."
"Miss May was pretty badly frightened," Kenwick observed, with his most brilliant smile.
"Nonsense!" cried May; "I was no more frightened than anybody else! But I didn't like it. It felt so horribly big, and made us seem so little."
"And you were perfectly right, Polly,"
