Capt. And how is the beautiful, bewitching, adowable Miss Kate?
Kate. Quite well, thank you, Captain. How are all our friends in the city?
Capt. Miserwable, perfectly miserwable: the sun don’t shine in the city when you are not there; it don’t, wearly. I couldn’t live there, and so I took my wacht and sailed after you.
Kitty. (L. to March, L.) Took his what?
Kate. Excuse me, Captain: let me present my friends. This is Mr. March Gale.
Capt. No, wearly? What a queer name! queer fish, too, ’pon honor.
March. The Captain and I have met before. He’s a little near-sighted, and tumbled head over heels over a rock; but I picked him up.
Kate. And this is Mr. Sept. Gale.
Capt. Oh! wearly, a fisherman.