“Well then, sir, as one sailor to another sailor, I says I wish you wouldn’t get into bad habits.”
“I wish so too, Jem.”
“There you are again!” said Jem testily.
“What do you mean?”
“Why, so sure as I thinks something sensible and good, you always ketches me up and says you had thought it before.”
“Nonsense, Jem! Well, have it your way. I quite agree with you.”
“No, I won’t, sir; you’re master. Have it your way. I quite agree with you. Let’s go ashore here.”
“If you can get the chance, Jem.—How lovely it looks!”
“Lovely’s nothing to it, sir. Mike used to brag about what he’d seen in foreign countries, but he never see anything to come up to this.”
“I don’t think any one could see a more beautiful place, Jem.”