In the end I abandoned the idea of art in my book, but my appreciation of Watterson and his creation had deepened immeasurably.
"Yes, that's what the captain and Mr. Watterson and Mr. Mason all said," assented Lydia.
Mrs. Watterson took a firm hold of her coat and pulled her back into the seat.
Colonel Watterson and I were both rebels, and we are blood relations.
Watterson was also the cook, and in both capacities was unexcelled.
Now, while Watterson and Halstead were always good friends, they were political enemies.
