"What vessel, in the world, have I?
This little house is all our ship, Bob's and mine--and thankful we are, now, to have it.

We've wandered far, living, as you may say, from hand to mouth, without rest for the soles of our feet.

But the time has come for us at last to draw in." He made at this, the young man, an indignant protest.

"You talk about rest--it's too selfish!--when you're just launching me on adventures ?" She shook her head with her kind lucidity.

"Not adventures--heaven forbid! You've had yours--as I've had mine; and my idea has been, all along, that we should neither of us begin again.