"Anthony," says the skipper, "your punt is frayin' the painter with eagerness t' be off t' bed."
With that Anthony went ashore.
"Now, son," says the skipper, "they're havin' a wonderful mug-up in the forecastle. You go for'ard an' have a cup o' tea. 'Tis a cup o' tea that you wants, not the company o' me an' Mister Tumm, an' I knows it. You have a little scoff with the men, my son, an' then one o' the lads will put you ashore. You might come back for breakfast, too, an you is hungry again by that time."
"I'd as lief stay here," says Sammy.
"Oh, no," says the skipper; "you go for'ard an' have a nice cup o' tea with a whole lot o' white sugar in it."
"I'd like that."
"Sure, you would!"
"Is I t' have as much sugar as I wants?"
"You is, my son."
"May I tell the cook, sir, that 'tis by your leave an' orders?"