“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.
Ginger didn't answer, he gave 'er elbow a little squeeze instead. She took it away at once, and Ginger was just wishing he 'adn't been so foolish, when it came back agin, and they sat for a long time without speaking a word.
“The sea is all right for some things,” ses Ginger at last, “but suppose a man married!”
The gal shook her 'ead. “It would be hard on 'is wife,” she ses, with another little look at 'im, “but—but——”
Ginger pinched 'er elbow agin.