[Shrugging her shoulders.] Hey! How contemptible, to get mad—how small—Bonjour! [Exits.]
Kneir.
Good day, Miss.
Bos.
[Smiling.] A cat, eh! Just like her Mama, I have to raise the devil now and then,—hahaha!—or my wife and daughter would run the business—and I would be in the kitchen peeling the potatoes, hahaha! Not but what I’ve done it in my youth.
Kneir.
And don’t I remember——
Bos.
[Smacking his lips.] Potatoes and fresh herring! but what’s past is gone. With a fleet of eight luggers your mind is on other things—[Smiling.] Even if I do like the sight of saucy black eyes—Don’t mind me, I’m not dangerous—there was a time.——Hahaha!
Kneir.