Assoonasthecoverwasinplace,westartedtopreparesupper.Wewantedsomehotwatertomaketea.Weputtheteakettleonthestove.Wepretendedthatwewerenotinterestedinthewater.Wewantedthewatertothinkthatwedidnotcareaboutit.Webegantopreparesupper. Thiswastheonlywaytomakethewaterboilonaboat.Ifthewaterknowsyouarewaitingforit,itwillnevergethot.Youmustnotlookatit.It’sagoodideatoshout,‘Idon’twantanytea.Doyou,George?’ Georgeshoutsback,‘Oh,no.Idon’tliketea.I’llhavemilk.’ ‘Teaisterrible.Ineverdrinkit.I’llhavelemonade.’ Thismakesthewaterveryangry.Atthispoint,thewaterwillboil! Wereallywantedthatsupper.Weneededthatsupper.Forthirty-fiveminutesnobodyspoke.Wejustateandate.Finally,weallhadfullstomachs,andwewerehappy.Afullstomachmakesyoufeelkindandgenerous.Wesatandsmiledateachother.WesmiledatMontmorency,too.Westartedsmokingourpipesandbegantotalk. Wewenttobedatteno’clock.Ididn’tsleepwell.Iwasn’tcomfortableintheboat.Iwokeupatsixo’clockthenextmorning,andGeorgedid,too.Therewasnoreasontowakeupsoearly.Wewereonholiday.Whydidwewakeupsoearly?Itneverhappenstouswhenwe’reworking. WedecidedtowakeupHarris.Thiswashardwork.Weusedanoartohelpus.Harrismovedabitandsaid,‘I’llbedownstairsinaminute.Getmybestbootsready,please.’ Wetriedagainwithaboathook.HarrissatupsuddenlyandMontmorencyfelloffthebed.Wepulledupthecanvascoverandallfourofuslookedoutattheriver.Wewereverycold.Wehadplannedtogoswimming,butthewaterlookedsocoldandwet. ‘Well,who’sgoingswimmingfirst?’askedHarris. Noonewantedtobefirst.Georgedecidedtogetdressed.Montmorencybarkedwithhorrorattheidea.Harriswenttolookforhistrousers. Idecidedtogototheriverbankandthrowsomewateronmyself. IheldontothebranchofatreeasImovedtothewater.ItwasverycoldandIdecidednottogoin.Iwantedtogobacktotheboat.Butsuddenly,thebranchofthetreebroke!Ifellintotheriveralongwithmytowel.IalsodrankaboutabottleofThameswater. ‘Goodheavens!OldJisinthewater!’Harrissaid. ‘How’sthewater?’Georgeasked. ‘It’slovely!’Ianswered.‘Whydon’tyoucomein?’ Nobodywantedtotrythewater.WhenIgotbacktotheboat,Iwasverycold.Iwantedtoputonmyshirt,butitfellintotheriver.Thismademeangry.Georgestartedlaughing. ‘Idon’tseeanythingtolaughat,’Isaid. Georgelaughedevenmore.Ineversawamanlaughsomuch.Iwascoldandfurious.Iwastryingtogetmyshirtoutoftheriver.Georgewaslaughinglouderandlouder. ‘Stoplaughing,youstupididiot!’Ishouted. WhenIfinallypulledtheshirtoutoftheriver,Isawthatitwasn’tmine–itwasGeorge’sshirt!Istartedlaughingtoo.IlaughedsomuchthatIdroppedtheshirtintotheriveragain. ‘Aren’tyougoingtogetitout?’saidGeorge,whocontinuedlaughing. Ididn’tanswerhimforawhile,becauseIwaslaughingsomuch.AtlastIsaid,‘itisn’tmyshirt.It’syours!’ Ineversawaman’sfacechangesoquickly. ‘What!’heshouted.‘Youdonkey!IWhycan’tyoubecarefulwiththings?Whydon’tyougoandgetdressedontheriverbank?Peoplelikeyoudon’tknowhowtoliveonaboat!’ Itriedtotellhimhowfunnyitwas,buthedidn’tunderstand.Georgeisalittleslowatunderstandingajokesometimes. Harrissaid,‘I’mcookingscrambledeggsforbreakfastthismorning.Oncepeopletrymyscrambledeggs,theyalwayswantthem.’ Hewasquitefamousforhisscrambledeggs.GeorgeandIgotthestoveandthefryingpanready.Thenwelookedfortheeggsthatweren’tbroken.Wefoundonlysixofthem. BreakingtheeggswasdifficultforHarris.Theeggsgotonhistrousersandwentuphisarms.Heputsixeggsintothefryingpan.Thenhesatdownbythestoveandmixedthemwithafork. GeorgeandIsawthatitwasdifficultwork.Harrisoftenburnthisfingers.Thenhedancedaroundthestove.Hewavedhishandsintheairandshouted.GeorgeandIthoughtthatthiswasanimportantpartofhiscookingmethod. Wedidn’tknowwhatscrambledeggswere.WethoughttheyweresomesortofRedIndianfood,and,tocookthemcorrectly,itwasnecessarytodospecialdanceswithmagicwords. Montmorencywenttoputhisnoseoverthefryingpanonce,andburnthimself.He,too,begandancingaroundandbarking.Itwasinterestingandexcitingtowatchthisshow.GeorgeandIweresorrywhenitwasfinished. Whenthescrambledeggswereready,therewasverylittletoeat.Sixeggshadgoneintothepan.But,allthatcameoutwasateaspoonfullofburnteggs. ‘Theproblemisthefryingpan,’Harrissaid.‘Ineedanothertypeofpanandanotherstove.’ Wedecidednottotryscrambledeggsagain,untilHarrishadtherightpanandstove.