Indeed, I could not have done what he did whatever.

Man, but he is a gentleman!" "And are you going this evening ?" "That I am," said Ranald.

"What else could I do?
I could not help myself; he made me feel that mean that I was ready to do anything." "All right," said Harry, delighted, "I will take my canoe around for you after six." "And," continued Ranald, with a little hesitation, "he told me he would be wearing a jersey and duck trousers, and I think that was very fine of him." "Why, of course," said Harry, quite mystified, "what else would he wear ?" Ranald looked at him curiously for a moment, and said: "A swallow-tail, perhaps, or a blanket, maybe," and he turned away leaving Harry more mystified than ever.
Soon after six, Harry paddled around in his canoe, and gave the stern to Ranald.

What a joy it was to him to be in a canoe stern again; to feel the rush of the water under his knees; to have her glide swiftly on her soundless way down the full-bosomed, sunbathed river; to see her put her nose into the little waves and gently, smoothly push them asunder with never a splash or swerve; to send her along straight and true as an arrow in its flight, and then flip! flip to swing her off a floating log or around an awkward boat lumbering with clumsy oars.

That was to be alive again.