It's eight feet at the deep end.

Jim and I both think foreign travel is good for a fellow, and we shall hope to have a reply to this by return.
Your loving son, Tom.
Montreux, _August_ 11.
Dear Gus,--We're regularly stuck up, as the money hasn't come yet.

I hope it will come soon, or the old girl at the inn here will think we're cadgers.

We had a stunning row on the lake yesterday; the boats are only a bob an hour, so we thought we might go in for it.

We raced a steamer for about half a mile, and weren't done then, only Jim's oar came off the pin (they haven't such things as row-locks here), and that upset us.
Of course it didn't matter, as we could swim; but the fellows in the steamer kicked up an awful shine about it, and came and hauled us up, boat and all.