Whether they're shadders or fellers' faces or blocks or blobs o' tar,
But I want gear as looks like gear an' a spar that's like a spar.
"'An' I don't care if it's North or South, the Trades or the China Sea,
Shortened down or everythin' set, close-hauled or runnin' free;
You paint me a ship as is like a ship an' that'll do for me.'"
C.F.S.
Old-fashioned Aunt. "Good heavens, child! You're not going out like that? You look like a chorus-girl."
Modern Maiden. "Oh, come, Aunt! I don't look as horribly respectable as that, surely?"