It was not their habit to visit New York.

Sea Cove was their home, and, whenever they pulled up their rusty anchor for a run from the banks, they returned to Sea Cove invariably, unless blown out of their latitude by a storm, as sometimes happened.
Finally one of them wrote: "See in morning." "And now we'll have something to eat!" Inza declared.

"Both of you are famished.

You are getting thawed out and dry, and if your stomachs are strong enough to stand the odor of things, I'll go ahead and get some supper for you.

I know where everything is in the--what do you call it ?--locker?
Peleg, that's the taller one, showed me." "Peleg must be sweet on you," remarked Frank, laughing.
She picked up a "spider" and shook it at him.
"Don't trouble the cook, Mr.Merriwell, if you expect to get anything to eat!" "I was just going to remark that I admired his taste.