She is a fine craft, though I own I like the cutter rig better.

The Phantom will have to allow her time, but not a great deal, for the yawl is the heaviest tonnage.
"There is the starting gun.

They are all close together at the line.
"That is a pretty sight, Lady Greendale.

Talk about the start of race horses, it is no more to be compared with it than light to dark." After cruising about for three or four hours, their schooner dropped anchor near the Osprey, which had come in half an hour before.
"Have you ever been on board the Osprey, Lord Haverley ?" Bertha asked.
"No, my dear, I don't know that I have ever before been in any port with your friend Major Mallett." "Well, what do you say to our going on board for a few minutes, on our way to shore?
Mamma and I are very fond of her, and I am her godmother, having christened her." "Godmother and curate coupled in one, eh, Bertha?
We will go by all means; that is to say, we cannot invade him in a body, but those of us who know Mallett can go on board, and the gig can come back and take the rest ashore and then come to fetch us." Accordingly, Lord Haverley and his daughter, Lady Greendale and Bertha, and two others of the party were rowed to the Osprey.

Frank saw them coming and met them at the gangway.
"We are taking you by storm, Major," Lord Haverley said, "but Lady Greendale and her daughter claim an almost proprietary interest in the Osprey, because the latter is her godmother.