“What would I do widout your kindness?” said Mike one day.
“Don’t speak of it,” said Tom. “It isn’t much to do. I know how bad it feels to be seasick.”
“Sure, it’s worse than the faver I had onc’t in Ireland, when they didn’t expect I’d live to see this day. If I was goin’ to be seasick much longer, I’d wish I hadn’t.”
“Cheer up, Mike. You’ll forget all about it when you get to shore.”
“Then I wish I was there now. But there’s one thing I won’t forget, and that is how kind a rich young gentleman like you was to a poor fellow like me.”
“You’re mistaken about my being rich, Mike,” said Tom.
“Sure you look like it.”
“I was rich once, but I am not now. I am going out like you to seek my fortune.”
“Then I hope you’ll find it. Sure you deserve to.”
“Thank you, Mike. I hope the same thing for you.”