He seated himself on it and it groaned under his weight.
"Whew!" he whistled.

"Never made to stand rough weather, was it?
Well, AIN'T you glad ?" Keziah looked at him gravely.
"You know I'm glad, Nat," she said.
"So?
I hoped you would be, but I did want to hear you say it.

Now you come to anchor yourself and let's have a talk.

I've been countin' on it ever since we set tops'ls off Surinam." The housekeeper took the other chair.
"How are you--" she began.

He stopped her.
"S-shh!" he interrupted.