MRS. F.

Be steady—well, I hope they can! but they’ve got a pint of drink!

BOATMAN.

Bill, give that sheet another haul—she’ll fetch it up this reach.

MRS. F.

I’m getting rather pale, I know, and they see it by that speech!

I wonder what it is, now, but——I never felt so queer!

BOATMAN.

Bill, mind your luff—why Bill, I say, she’s yawing—keep her near!