“Is the dog’s name Harold?”
“Yes, boy.”
“And mine is Harry. How strange!”
“Well, there are two of you. Good-night, sonny.” And off went the fiery-whiskered but kindly little second mate.
Note 1. In Greenland ships, on May-day, there is great rejoicing, and a garland bedecked with ribbons—every one contributing—is hung from the stays high aloft.