"To sea."
"Poh! our Caleb got flogged going to sea."
"O, well, Captain Cutter never flogs. He's a nice man,—lives down to Casco Bay. And of all the oranges that ever you saw, and the guava jelly, and the pine-apples! he's always sending them to mother."
"I never ate a pine-apple."
"Didn't you? Well, come, let's go; Captain Cutter will be real glad to see us; come, to-night; he'll treat us first rate."
"'My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.'"
It seemed as if Willy could hear his mother saying the words.
"You and I are the best kind of friends, Willy. We'd have a real nice time, and come home when we got ready."
Willy did not respond to this. He did not care very much about Fred,—nobody did,—and if he should be persuaded to go with him, it would not be from friendship, most certainly.
"I wouldn't go off and leave mother; 'twould be real mean: but sometimes I don't like father one bit,—now, that's a fact," burst forth Willy, with a heaving breast. "I told him I didn't like your cider, and didn't take but two mugfuls; but he didn't believe a word I said."