“Why, she won’t hold us.”
“Yes, she will.”
“O, no.”
“Excuse me, sir,” persisted Captain Corbet. “Of course you don’t all mean to go at once.”
“O, I see,” said Mr. Simmons, whose mathematical mind began to grasp the solution of the difficult problem. “You’ll make two or three trips with her.”
“Of course.”
“O, that quite alters the case.”
“Bless your heart, of course it does.”
“Will we want any provisions?” asked Bart.
“Provisions! What for?”