Three Men in a BoatJerome K JeromeChapter 15Household duties. — Love of work. — The old river hand, what he does and what he tells you he has done. — Scepticism of the new generation. — Early boating recollections. — Rafting. — George does the thing in style. - The old boatman, his method. — So calm, so full of peace. — The beginner. — Punting. — A sad accident. — Pleasures of friendship. — Sailing, my first experience. — Possible reason why we were not drowned.WE woke late the next morning, and, at Harris's earnest desire, partook of a plain breakfast, with "non dainties." Then we cleaned up, and put everything straight (a continual labour, which was beginning to afford me a pretty clear insight into a question that had often posed me — namely, how a woman with the work of only one house on her hands manages to pass away her time), and, at about ten, set out on what we had determined should be a good day's journey.We agreed that we would pull this morning, as a change from towing; and Harris thought the best arrangement would be that George and I should scull, and he steer. I did not chime in with this idea at all; I said I thought Harris would have been showing a more proper spirit if he had suggested that he and George should work, and let me rest a bit. It seemed to me that I was doing more than my fair share of the work on this trip, and I was beginning to feel strongly on the subject.It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.