Come, you won't refuse ?" She spoke the last words coaxingly, aware of a certain hardening of the young fisherman's rugged face.
Adam had got off his chopping-block, and was listening with pursed lips and something of the expression of a terrier at a rat-hole.
"Yes, you go, Rufus!" he said, as Mrs.Peck paused.

"You show him round! I'd like him to know you." "What for ?" said Rufus.
Adam contorted one side of his face into something that was between a wink and a grin.

"Do you good to go into society," he said.

"That's all right, missus, he'll go.

Better go and ask Mr.Knight what time he wants to start." "Wait a bit!" commanded Rufus.
Mrs.Peck waited.