"She's a forty-footer and togged out like an ocean-liner.

Has everything but a swimming-pool.

She--" "Nix on the luxuries," interrupted Perry.

"The simple life for me.
Let's hire an old moth-eaten sailboat--" "Nothing doing, Sweet Youth! If I'm to risk my life on the heaving ocean I want something under me.

Besides, being seasick is rotten enough, anyhow, without having to roll around in the cock-pit of a two-by-twice sailboat.