“No, sir.”
“Recollect, too, that Mrs Capperbar wants some vinegar—the boatswain’s is the best—and a gallon or two of rum—and you must corn some beef. The harness cask may remain on shore, and the cooper must make me another.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Master Henry’s trousers—are they finished yet?”
“No, sir; Spriggs is at them now. Bailly and James are making Miss Ellen’s petticoats.”
“And the shoes for Master John—are they finished?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Master Henry’s?”
“No, sir. Wilson says that he has lost Master Henry’s measure.”
“Careless scoundrel! he shall have four-water grog for a week; and, steward, take three bags of bread on shore, and forty pounds of flour.”