My! you are like the skipper! Wheer is he ?" "This way," said Mark, leading him to the comfortable room, where, as soon as he entered and saw Mrs Strong, the man began ducking his head and kicking out one leg.
Mrs Strong nodded and smiled at the man, feeling a kindly leaning toward one of those who would be under her husband's orders for the next six months, and perhaps his guardians in some storm.
"I'll leave you now, dear," she said.
"Oh, you need not go!" said the captain; but Mrs Strong left the room.
"Shall I go, father ?" asked Mark.
"No, my boy, no.

Sit down.

Well, Billy, what news ?" "None at all, sir, only we shall soon be full up; they've bent on a new mains'l and fores'l; we've been a-painting of her streak to-day, and she do look lovely, and no mistake.

But here's a letter I was to give you, sir." The man evidently had a letter somewhere, from the confident way in which he began to search for it, looking in his cap, then feeling about in his loose blue jumper, and ending with his trousers' pockets.
"Well," said Captain Strong sharply, "where's the letter ?" "Ah! wheer is it ?" muttered the man, stroking himself down the sleeves, the chest, and the back.

"I had that theer letter somewheres, but it seems to be gone." "Did you leave it aboard ?" "No, sir, I didn't leave it aboard; I'm sure of that.