Mate of the "Buttercup." You may 'ave that little lot! Don't you go overloadin' that 'ere old tub o' yourn, that's all!
M. of the D. No fear o' you bein' crowded, anyhow. Folks ha' got more sense!
M. of the B. Why, we can outsail you any day. Spoke you off the Tongue light, we did, close in to ye, we were—and back ten minutes afore ye—come! The "Buttercup"'ll answer any way we put her—a'most speak to us, she will!
M. of the D. Ah, it's lucky for you she can't quite speak—you'd 'ear some plain langwidge if she did!
M. of the B. Our boat ain't never mis-stayed with us, 't all events; ye can't deny that!
M. of the D. We don't go out for sailing, we don't—we go out for pleasure! (As the "Daisy," having received her complement of passengers, puts off.) Tralla! we'll resoom this conversation later on; you won't ha' got off afore we're back, I dessay!
[The Mate of the "Buttercup" is reduced to profanity.
On Board the "Daisy," during the Trip.
The Stout Lady. Very 'an'some they fit these yachts up—garding-seats all across the deck, and all the cushings in red plush. It do give you sech a sense of security!
A Lugubrious Man. Oh, we shall be all right, so long as this squall that's coming up don't catch us before we're in again. Else we shall take our tea down at the bottom, along with the lobsters!