“They even made the cap'n leave off speaking,” he said, in an awed voice.
“I should have liked to have been there,” said Master Nugent, dutifully.
“Ann,” said Miss Nugent, “go and draw Sam a jug of beer.”
“Beer, Miss?” said Ann.
“A jug of beer,” repeated Miss Nugent, peremptorily.
Ann took a jug from the dresser, and Mr. Wilks, who was watching her, coughed helplessly. His perturbation attracted the attention of his hostess, and, looking round for the cause, she was just in time to see Ann disappearing into the larder with a cream jug.
“The big jug, Ann,” she said, impatiently; “you ought to know Sam would like a big one.”