‘Shall I look for you?’ said Anne, after a pause.
‘Certainly, mis’ess, if so be you please.’
Anne took the glass, and he supported it by his arm. ‘It is a large ship,’ she said, ‘with three masts, three rows of guns along the side, and all her sails set.’
‘I guessed as much.’
‘There is a little flag in front—over her bowsprit.’
‘The jack.’
‘And there’s a large one flying at her stern.’
‘The ensign.’
‘And a white one on her fore-topmast.’
‘That’s the admiral’s flag, the flag of my Lord Nelson. What is her figure-head, my dear?’