Capt. G. Dew tell! I’d ruther have a sailin’ vessel. Give me a good three-masted schaouner, with a spankin’ breeze to make her go, and a bower anchor to cast when she comes inter port.
Will. The man says he’ll pay me so much a year, enough to live on, and give me a certain per cent on the freight, and a chance to buy into the vessel in two years.
Capt. G. A smackin’ good chance, I should say. I advise yer to snap at it. When does he want ye?
Will. Right off, in a month or so, and now, if I could get anybody, besides Hank Mudgitt, to go with me (looks at Mary), I shall write right off and accept the offer.
Capt. G. Somebody ter go with ye besides Hank! What do you want anybody else for? Ain’t he a good cook?
Mrs. G. What on airth do you mean?
Will. (to Capt. G.) Yes, but I want somebody, somebody to be—my—wife.
Capt. G. Dew tell! What kind of a wife do yer want? Not one o’ them gals that wears bangs an’ boot-heels, an’ go a-teetering along the road?
Will. No, I don’t want one of that kind. Mary—Mary says she’ll go with me if you are both willing.
Mrs. G. Aour Mary! Mary Gandy!