Oliver Optic,
Little By Little; or, The Cruise of the Flyaway
“ This accident did not in the least disturb his equanimity, and he had just shaken himself, like a Newfoundland dog, when his mother reached the beach."Whose boat is that, Paul?" asked Mrs. Duncan, who, during the last moments of her walk, had been gazing with admiration upon the trim craft."Mine, mother," replied Paul, with assumed indifference."Mine, too," added John."We own her together," said Paul."Own her together? What do you mean by that? Haven't you learned better than to make sport of your mother, boys?""It is ours, certain true, mother!" cried John. ”
