The day after this singular talk, which so much puzzled me, Arthur said
at breakfast that he should be pleased to go with me on the river for
white perch. I hesitated; but, my father saying, “Certainly; he shall
go with thee. I do not need him,” I returned that I would be ready at
eleven.
We pulled over toward Petty’s Island, and when half-way my cousin, who
was steering, and had been very silent for him, said:
“Let her drift a bit; I want to talk to you.”