"I guess you are, but very wonderful."
Maneuvered thus against a lee shore with the broadside raking him from bow to stern, Ben mumbled: "'Deed I'm not."
"Not poo," said Charity, sinking him....
"Do you go often to church, Mistress Charity?"
"We're Church of England."
"Oh, so was my mother."
"Then a'n't you too?"
"Well—my father was not a member of the congregation at Deerfield, and my Uncle John is not a churchgoer, nor—nor am I."
"Um. Thought everyone was obliged to go."
"My Uncle John says it was so, years past. Now, if everyone went there wouldn't be meeting-houses to hold 'em.... Do you like going?"