“Fine morning, Capt'n,” said John the Clerk.
“It is doing a fine morning, John,” said Pete.
“Fine on the sea, too,” said Jonaique.
“Wonderful fine on the sea, Mr. Jelly.”
“A nice fair wind, though, if anybody was going by the packet to Liverpool. Was it as good, think you, for the mistress on Friday night, Mr. Quilliam?”
“I'll gallantee,” said Pete.
“Plucky, though—I wouldn't have thought it of the same woman—I wouldn't raelly,” said Jonaique.
“Alone, too, and landing on the other side so early in the morning,” said John the Clerk.
“Smart, uncommon! It isn't every woman would have done it,” said Kelly the Postman.
“Aw, we've mighty boys of women deese days—we have dough,” snuffled the constable, and then they all laughed together.