"All rigged up for inspection, ain't you ?" "Inspection ?" "Oh, that's just sailor's lingo.

Means you've got your Sunday uniform on, that's all.

My! my! how nice you look! But ain't black pretty old for such a young girl ?" "I am in mourning," replied his niece, coldly.
"There! there! of course you are.

Tut! tut! How could I forget it.

You see, I've been so many years feelin' as if I didn't have a brother that I've sort of got used to his bein' gone." "I have not." Her eyes filled as she said it.