“‘I will,’ says the skipper. ‘Stand up here,’ says he. ‘All hands stand up!’ says he. ‘Tumm,’ says he, ‘get me the first Book you comes across.’
“I got un a Book.
“‘Now, Liz,’ says he, ‘can you cook?’
“‘Fair t’ middlin’,’ says she. ‘I won’t lie.’
“’Twill do,’ says he. ‘An’ does you want t’ get married t’ this here dam’ fool?’
“‘An it pleathe you,’ says she.
“‘Shoos,’ says the skipper, ‘will you let this woman do the cookin’?’
“‘Well, skipper,’ says the cook, ‘I will; for I don’t want nobody t’ die o’ my cookin’ on this here v’y’ge, an’ I knows that mother wouldn’t mind.’
“‘An’ will you keep out o’ the galley?’
“‘I ’low I’ll have to.’