avourite, always, Winthrop was, -- the Governor, as
they called him. Well -- I'd vote for him if he was sot up for
that office -- or any other office -- if they'd do it while I'm
above ground. Where is he now? -- in Mannahatta?"

"Yes."

"Where's t'other one -- the oldest -- Rufus -- where's he?"

"I don't know where he is. How soon will this do to be put in
the water, Mr. Underhill?"

"Well -- I guess it'll want somethin' of a dryin' fust. You can
get along without it till next week, can't you?"

"Next week! and this is Tuesday! --"

"Yes -- will you want it afore that? It hadn't ought to be put
in the water one day afore Monday -- if you want it to look
handsome -- or to wear worth speakin' of."

Miss Haye was silent, and the old man's brush made long sweeps
back and forward over the shining gunwale.

"You see," Mr. Underhill went on, "it'll be all of night afore
I get the bottom of this here done. -- What's Rufus doin'? is
he got to be a minister yet?"

"No."

"Another lawyer?"

"No."

"What is he then?"

"I don't know -- I believe he was an engineer."

"An engineer?" said the old man standing up and looking at
her. "Do you mean he's one o' them fellers that sees to the
ingines on the boats? -- _that_ ain't much gettin' up in the
world. I see one o' them once -- I went to Mannahatta in the
boat, just to see what 'twas -- is Rufus one o' them smutty
fellers standing over the fires there?"

"Not at all; it's a very different business, and as
respectable as that of a clergyman or lawyer."

"There ain't anything more respectable than what his father
was," said Mr. Underhill. "But Rufus was too handsome -- he
wanted to wear shiny boots always."

Elizabeth walked off.

So it was not till the early part of October that the little
boat was painted and dried and in the water; and very nice she
looked. Painted in the old colours; Elizabeth had been
particular about that. Rose in the meantime had been heard
from. She was coming, very soon, only staying for something,
it wasn't very clearly made out what, that would however let
her go in a few days. Elizabeth threw the letter down, with
the mental conclusion that it was "just like Rose;" and
resolved that her arms should be in a good state of training
before the 'few days' were over.

"Who's goin' in this little concern?" said Mr. Underhill as he
pushed it into the water. "Looks kind o' handsome, don't it?"

"Very nice!" said Elizabeth.

"That ol