Gerald turned to his mother, busy combing her hair. She said, "Come, Gerald, put on yo' Sunday hat, son, yo' at Colon."
But he was skeptical. He stole upstairs and was an eager witness to the ship's surrender. The Wellington, a princess of the sea, had given in to the greater force of the earth. Soberly and serenely she had done so.
V
"Well, Sarah, who's this?"
"The last one, Gerald."
"He grow big, yes."
"Skipper don't even know he own son."
"Suck fingah buay."
"Shut up, Saboogles!"
"Fairf!"