And, as the steamer wallowed on through the increasing fog, the world seemed suddenly to have become wrapped in gloom.
"Wish we'd stayed in New Haven!" grunted Browning.

"I'll have to smoke faster to keep warm, or go below." "And I wish we were in New York," said Bink.

"There is something there to warm up the blood." Danny looked at him.
"Drinks?
Likely the captain has a private bottle tucked away somewhere that he will give you a nip out of." "Life, I mean.

Pulsing streets, swarms of people, theaters, hand-organs----" "Oh, yes, a monkey is usually lost away from a hand-organ!" "I suppose that is why you always seem so lonesome! When Merry is sad, we all are--grumpy! New York would help to lift us out of the dumps.".