“Or smoky molasses candy.”
“The worst of it is, that we have nothing to amuse ourselves with.”
“It’s a pity we couldn’t start some game.”
“Bart, tell a story.”
“A story?” said Bart. “Who could tell a story under such circumstances?”
“I don’t believe,” said Bruce, “that a calm was ever known to last so long in the Basin of Minas. Was it, captain?” he added, appealing to Captain Corbet, who had just emerged from the cabin.
“Wal,” replied Captain Corbet, “it’s not usual to have a calm in the month of May; still, we do-have ’em sometimes.”
“I should rather think we had,” said Bart.
“I’ve known ’em last a week,” said Captain Corbet, solemnly.
“A week?”