Mrs. F.
Great bags of stones! they’re pretty things to help a boat to swim!
Boatman.
The wind is fresh—if she don’t scud, it’s not the breeze’s fault!
Mrs. F.
Wind fresh, indeed, I never felt the air so full of salt!
Boatman.
That schooner, Bill, harn’t left the roads, with oranges and nuts!
Mrs. F.
If seas have roads, they’re very rough—I never felt such ruts!