“It’s one o’ them things what can’t be helped,” said her husband piously.
“You’d had better give me a little money,” continued his wife, “I shall get lodgings in the town for a day or two, till I see how things are going.”
“It ’ud be better for you to get straight back home,” said the skipper.
“Nonsense,” said his wife, sharply. “Suppose you take it yourself, I should have to be here to see you were looked after. I’m sure Mrs. Fillson isn’t going home.”
Mrs. Fillson, holding out her hand to Mr. Fillson, said she was sure she wasn’t.
“It’d be a load of our minds if you did go,” said the mate speaking for both.
“Well, we’re not going for a day or two at any rate,” said Mrs. Bunnett, glancing almost amiably at Mrs. Fillson.
In face of this declaration, and in view of the the persistent demands of the ladies, both men, with a very ill grace furnished them with some money.
“Don’t say a word about it ashore mind,” said the mate, avoiding his chief’s indignant gaze.
“But you must have a doctor,” said Mrs. Bunnett.