Ketch the Practitioner had devoted himself very specially to her in preparing her resting-place. While he was spreading the branches and blankets for her, she said to him:
"Ketch, where are we going?"
"Not so loud, ma'am," said he. "We are going to High Dudgeon."
"High Dudgeon! What's that?"
"S-sh! When we're disappointed, or disgusted, or vexed, we always go to our home in High Dudgeon."
"Is that where you live?"
"Part of the time, ma'am. Mostly we are away at sea or on the Island; but when anything goes wrong,
and we're angry about it, we always go home and stay there, in High Dudgeon. Yes, ma'am."
"And what are they going to do with us when they get us there?"
"S-sh! You'll be in great danger there. If you can find any way to escape from there, I advise you—S-sh! Not another word. Captain Lingo is looking this way. I must go."