"It's just splitting, I thank you."
"Oh, how awful the boat do pitch!" cries a third.
"If she should sink, I'm afeard we shall all go to the bottom."
"And think of all the poor sheep and cattle!"
"Well, of course, they'd have to go too."
"Oh, mi! I'll get up, and be ready for a start, in case of the worst," cried a young girl.
"Mrs. C---, do give me something good out of your basket, to keep up my spirits."
"Well, I will. Come over here, and you and I will have some talk. My basket's at the foot of my berth. You'll find in it a small bottle of brandy and some crulls."
So up got several of the sick ladies, and kept up their spirits by eating cakes, chewing gum, and drinking cold brandy punch.
"Did Mrs. H--- lose much in the fire last night?" said one.