"Where are you bound to?"
"To Fingal."
"Fingal,—where's Fingal?"
"Why then, ain't you ashamed o' yourself an' not to know where Fingal is?"
"It is not in these seas."
"O, and that's all you know about it," says Barny.
"You're a small craft to be so far at sea. I suppose you have provisions on board?"
"To be sure we have; throth if we hadn't, this id be a bad place to go a beggin'."
"What have you eatable?"
"The finest o' scalpeens."