“You shall not wait long—your proffered love I contemptuously reject. Go, sir, and learn to cast your eyes on some village maiden in your own poor rank—they should be lowered before your Captain’s daughter!”
And so saying, with the tell-tale tears streaming down her face, she strode magnificently to her cabin, where she almost sobbed her little heart out. Poor Josephine!
SO SAYING, WITH TELL-TALE TEARS STREAMING DOWN HER FACE, SHE STRODE MAGNIFICENTLY TO HER CABIN
Ralph Rackstraw was furious. In defiance of all ship-rules he loudly summoned all the crew to the quarter-deck.
“Why! what’s all this?” said Mr. Bobstay. “Is the ship on fire, or have they made you Port Admiral?”
“Neither,” gasped Ralph. “I have told Josephine of my love, and she has scornfully rejected me!”
“Ah! what did I tell you!” said the crew, as one man.
“Well, Ralph,” said Bobstay, “I was afraid you were over sanguine.”
“Aye, aye,” said Dick Deadeye, “it was too much to expect.”