“'Fair t' middlin',' says she. 'I won't lie.'
“''Twill do,' says he. 'An' does you want t' get married t' this here dam' fool?'
“'An it pleathe you,' says she.
“'Shoos,' says the skipper, 'will you let this woman do the cookin'?'
“'Well, skipper,' says the cook, 'I will; for I don't want nobody t' die o' my cookin' on this here v'y'ge.'
“'An' will you keep out o' the galley?' “'I 'low I'll have to.'
“'An', look you! cook, is you sure—is you sure,' says the skipper, with a shudder, lookin' at the roof, 'that you wants t' marry this here—'
“'Don't you do it, skipper!' says the cook. 'Don't you say that no more! By God!' says he, 'I'll kill you if you does!'
“'Is you sure,' says the skipper, 'that you wants t' marry this here—woman?'
“'I will.'