“You say you made up your mind last night, Clemmie? You sure it wa’n’t what I told you about Adoniah being married?”
“That had nothing to do with my decision.”
“Then, you mean we’re going to get married?”
“You ain’t asked me yet.”
“Miss Clemmie Pipkin,” he began, bending his knees in the direction of the floor, and upsetting the table as he went down with a thud, “will you ship aboard this here old craft as fust mate with a rough old skipper like me?”
“Lan’ sakes! Get up off that floor. You look awful silly. Get up this minute, or I’ll say no.”
The Captain got up with more alacrity than he had gone down.
“Will you marry me, honest, Clemmie?”
“Yes. You see, I kind of wanted to hear myself say it, because I’d made up my mind that way.”