"Ay," says Peter; "'tis a sad death for an ol' man—squattin' out here all alone on the ice an' shiverin' with the cold until he shakes his poor damned soul out."
"Not damned!" cries Tom. "Oh, don't say it!"
"Ah, well!" says Peter; "sittin' here all alone, I been thinkin'."
"'Tisn't by any man's wish that you're here, poor man!" says Tom.
"Oh, no," says Peter. "No blame t' nobody. My time's come. That's all. But I wisht I had a seat in your rodney, Tom."
And then Tom chuckled.
"What you laughin' at?" says Peter.
"I got a comical idea," says Tom.
"Laughin' at me, Tom?"
"Oh, I'm jus' laughin'."