I come of a seafarin' fambly." He crossed the platform; when he had gone thirty yards further he stopped, turned around, and shouted: "Is she a schooner, hey?
You want to know is she a schooner?
If you was askin' me, she ain't NOTHIN' now.

But if you was to ask me again I might say she COULD be schooner-rigged.

Lots of boats IS schooner-rigged." There are affinities between atom and atom, between man and woman, between man and man.

There are also affinities between men and things-if you choose to call a ship, which has a spirit of its own, merely a thing.

There must have been this affinity between Cleggett and the Jasper B.