It was unfortunate perhaps that both officers of the schooner bore the same highly-respectable Christian name.
“George!” cried Mrs. Bunnett, glancing indignantly at the other lady.
“Ge-orge!” cried Mrs. Fillson, returning her looks with interest.
“Hussy,” said Mrs. Bunnett under her breath, but not very much under.
“GEORGE!”
There was no response.
“George!” cried both ladies together.
Still no response, and they made a louder effort
There was yet another George on board, in the forecastle, and, in response to pushes from curious friends below, he came up, and regarded the fair duettists open-mouthed.
“What d’yer want?” he said at length sheepishly.