"'Tweren't none o' his fault," snapped Uncle Salters.

"Penn's deef." "Checkers, weren't it ?" said Dan, as Harvey staggered aft with the steaming coffee in a tin pail.

"That lets us out o' cleanin' up to-night.

Dad's a jest man.

They'll have to do it." "An' two young fellers I know'll bait up a tub or so o' trawl, while they're cleanin'," said Disko, lashing the wheel to his taste.
"Um! Guess I'd ruther clean up, Dad." "Don't doubt it.