"That's so, Harry. I never saw a girl so nice before," responded Jack emphatically.
"Do you know, Jack," said Harry, turning to him with a smile, "it is just as well we are going away."
"What do you mean, Harry?"
"If we stayed here till we were both young men, we might both fall in love with Lucy, and quarrel over her."
"I might fall in love with her, but I would never quarrel with you, Harry," said Jack affectionately.
"No, Jack, I don't think you would. Nothing shall ever divide us."
"You are very kind to a poor sailor boy," said Jack. "You know a great deal more than I, and I am not fit to be your friend."
"Take care, Jack, I may quarrel with you if you say anything against yourself. Fit or unfit, you are my chosen friend, and I should not be willing to exchange you for anyone else I have ever met."
"Not even for Montgomery Clinton?" said Jack archly.
"Not even for him, with all his stock of trousers."