“What was the next port, sir?”
“Why, sir, I was saying Boston was the first port, I believe; wasn’t it?—and”—
“The second port, sir, is what I want.”
“Well—New York.”
“Right again,” whispered the midshipman.
“And what port are we bound to, now?”
“Let me see—homeward-bound—Falmouth, sir.”
“What sort of a place is Boston?”
“Pretty considerable of a place, sir.”
“Very straight streets, ain’t they?”