Dorinda paid a visit to the back yard and, seeing how little raking had been done, announced that until the job was finished there would be "no dinner for some folks." So she and I ate and Lute raked, under protest, and vowing that he was so faint and holler he cal'lated to collapse 'most any time.
After the meal was finished I went down to the boathouse.

The boathouse was a little building on the beach at the foot of the bluff below the house.

It was a favorite resort of mine and I spent many hours there.
My eighteen foot motor launch, the Comfort, the one expensive luxury I allowed myself and which I had bought second-hand two years before, was jacked up in the middle of the floor.

The engine, which I had taken apart to clean, was in pieces beside it.

On the walls hung my two shot guns and my fishing rod.