"This is better than being at sea," he ses at last.
"Don't you like the sea?" ses the gal. "I should like to go to sea myself."
"I shouldn't mind the sea if you was there," ses Ginger.
Miss Gill turned her 'ead away. "You mustn't talk to me like
that," she ses in a soft voice. "Still—"
"Still wot?" ses Ginger, arter waiting a long time.
"I mean, if I did go to sea, it would be nice to have a friend on board," she ses. "I suppose you ain't afraid of storms, are you?"
"I like 'em," ses Ginger.
"You look as if you would," ses the gal, giving 'im a little look under 'er eyelashes. "It must be nice to be a man and be brave. I wish I was a man."
"I don't," ses Ginger.
"Why not?" ses the gal, turning her 'ead away agin.