human
Lorry, she said,
gpt
Father and I are sailing to Le Pouldu. Will you come?
human
Will a duck swim? was the prompt reply.
gpt
When do we start?
human
Soon. Be at the quay in ten minutes.
gpt
By the clock. Plenty of oilskins in the locker?
human
Yes.
gpt
Dangerous work, yachting off Finistère in December, he said.
human
What sort of boat are you going in?
gpt
Ingersoll's own tub, a _vague_--a sardine boat, you know.
human
First-rate craft, of course. But mind you're not caught in a change of wind. The barometer is falling.
gpt
Oh, as for that, we'll probably have Peridot in charge, and he was born with a caul; so he'll never be drowned. Even if he's not there, Ingersoll and Yvonne are good sailors, and I'm no fresh-water amateur.
human
Well--good luck! I only ask you not to despise the Atlantic. Why is Ingersoll going to Le Pouldu at this time of the year?
gpt
Don't know, and don't care. It's an unexpected holiday for me; so my Salon study of the Bois d'Amour in winter must miss a day.