"Now, it's no use your talking nonsense. Half the things on this
bed are life-preserving things. If people go into Germany without
these things, they come home and die."
And I related to him what the doctor and the vicar and the other
people had told me, and explained to him how my life depended upon
my taking brandy and blankets and sunshades and plenty of warm
clothing with me.
He is a man utterly indifferent to danger and risk - incurred by
other people - is B. He said:
"Oh, rubbish! You're not the sort that catches a cold and dies
young. You leave that co-operative stores of yours at home, and
pack up a tooth-brush, a comb, a pair of socks, and a shirt. That's
all you'll want."
I have packed more than that, but not much. At all events, I have
got everything into one small bag. I should like to have taken that
tea arrangement - it would have done so nicely to play at shop with
in the train! - but B. would not hear of it.
I hope the weather does not change.
FRIDAY, 23RD
Early Rising. - Ballast should be Stowed Away in the Hold before
Putting to Sea. - Annoying Interference of Providence in Matters that
it Does Not Understand. - A Socialistic Society. - B. Misjudges Me. -
An Uninteresting Anecdote. - We Lay in Ballast. - A Moderate Sailor. -
A Playful Boat.
I got up very early this morning. I do not know why I got up early.
We do not start till eight o'clock this evening.
