BOATMAN.
SHOVE 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!
