HOVE off there!—ship the rudder, Bill—cast off! she’s under way!
Mrs. F.
She’s under what?—I hope she’s not! good gracious, what a spray!
Boatman.
Run out the jib, and rig the boom! keep clear of those two brigs!
Mrs. F.
I hope they don’t intend some joke by running of their rigs!
Boatman.
Bill, shift them bags of ballast aft—she’s rather out of trim!