But reason is reason, in the middle of us all, and what else should I say to my husband?
Mary lass, Mary lof, wherever is your duty?
The captain hath the best pot empty!" With a bright blush Mary sprang up to do her duty.

In those days no girl was ashamed to blush; and the bloodless cheek savored of small-pox.
"Hold up your head, my lof," her father said aloud, with a smile of tidy pride, and a pat upon her back; "no call to look at all ashamed, my dear.

To my mind, captain, though I may be wrong, however, but to my mind, this little maid may stan' upright in the presence of downright any one." "There lies the very thing that never should be said.

Captain, you have seven children, or it may be eight of them justly.

And the pride of life--Mary, you be off!" Mary was glad to run away, for she liked not to be among so many men.
But her father would not have her triumphed over.
"Speak for yourself, good wife," he said.