"Have 'ee catched ort, Harry?"
"Tu or dree dizzen, an' half a ton o' coral an' some wild-crabs."
"Did 'er sail well—keep up to the wind? Eh?"
"Us rowed. 'Tis blowin' a gale out there."
"What yu done to your nets?"
"Broke 'em."
"On to the bottom?"
"Iss."
"Why didn't 'ee go crab-fishing proper? Be 'ee going again?"
The little Russan saw no joke. He bustled about the boat and replied: "A-course we be, if 'tis fit."