“The captain,” said I, “has received the men’s Round Robin and has read it.”
“Mr. Fielding, I like to learn vhat he tinks of her as a Roundt Robin?” exclaimed Bol.
“Wouldn’t you first like to hear what his answer is?”
“Yaw, certainly. But she vhas a first-class Roundt Robin, and I likes to know vhat der captain says to him.”
“At four o’clock this afternoon you will pipe the crew aft, and the captain will then tell you all what errand this brig is bound on.”
“Vell, dot vhas as he should be,” he exclaimed. “Ve like to know by dis time vhere ve vhas boun’. Did you read dot Roundt Robin?”
“I did.”
“Vhas she goodt?”
“Good enough to make me laugh.”
“She vhas serious, by Cott, Mr. Fielding. Vere could her laughter be? Dot is vhat I like to hear now.”