"It does me good.

There's too much of the schoolboy in me.

All of which is neither here nor there.

What we've got to do is actually and literally to clear that raffle.

If you'll come with me in the boat, we'll get to work and straighten things out." "'When the topmen clear the raffle with their clasp-knives in their teeth,'" she quoted at me; and for the rest of the afternoon we made merry over our labour.
Her task was to hold the boat in position while I worked at the tangle.
And such a tangle--halyards, sheets, guys, down-hauls, shrouds, stays, all washed about and back and forth and through, and twined and knotted by the sea.