“‘Galls don’t like to be tree’d here of a mornin’ do they?’
“‘Sir.’
“‘It’s usual for the ladies,’ sais I, ‘to be together in the airly part of the forenoon here, ain’t it, afore the gentlemen jine them?’
“‘Yes, Sir.’
“‘It puts me in mind,’ sais I, ‘of the old seals down to Sable Island—you know where Sable Isle is, don’t you?’
“‘Yes, Sir, it’s in the cathedral down here.’
“‘No, no, not that, it’s an island on the coast of Nova Scotia. You know where that is sartainly.’
“‘I never heard of it, Sir.’
“‘Well, Lord love you! you know what an old seal is?’
“‘Oh, yes, sir, I’ll get you my master’s in a moment.’