Well, just count up—November, December—
Bos.
That’ll do, children. No quarreling. Life is too short. Well, Barend, how would the forty-seven suit you?—Eh, what?——
Bar.
[Anxiously.] The forty-seven——
Bos.
The Good Hope——
Clem.
[Surprised.] Are you going to send out the Good Hope?——
Bos.