"I is."
"Think the wind will rise? It threatens."
"I don't know. It has a sort of a switch to it that bodes a night o' temper. 'Tis veerin' t' the east. 'Twill be a gale from the open if it blows at all."
Tommy Lark turned from a listless contemplation of the gray reaches of the open sea.
"News both good an' evil!" he mused.
"The one for me an' the other for you. An' God knows the issue! I can't fathom it."
"I wish 'twas over with."
"Me too. I'm eager t' make an end o' the matter. 'Twill be a sad conclusion for me."
"I can't think it, Sandy. I thinks the sadness will be mine."
"You rouse my hope, Tommy."