She stamped her foot and screamed again-- "Zeb!" "What is't, my dear ?" he bawled back in her ear, kissing her wet cheek in a preoccupied manner.
She was about to ask him what this wreck amounted to, that she should for the moment sink to nothing in comparison with it.

But, at this instant, a small group of men and women joined them, and, catching sight of the faces of Sarah Ann Nanjulian and Modesty Prowse, her friends, she tried another tack-- "Well, Zeb, no doubt 'twas disappointing for you; but don't 'ee take on so.

Think how much harder 'tis for the poor souls i' that ship." This astute sentence, however, missed fire completely.

Zeb answered it with a point-blank stare of bewilderment.

The others took no notice of it whatever.
"Hav'ee seen her, Zeb ?" called out his father.
"No." "Nor I nuther.