Can't we go overside a piece?
It's good catchin' weather." "Not in that cherry-coloured rig ner them ha'af baked brown shoes.

Give him suthin' fit to wear." "Dad's pleased--that settles it," said Dan, delightedly, dragging Harvey into the cabin, while Troop pitched a key down the steps.

"Dad keeps my spare rig where he kin overhaul it, 'cause Ma sez I'm keerless." He rummaged through a locker, and in less than three minutes Harvey was adorned with fisherman's rubber boots that came half up his thigh, a heavy blue jersey well darned at the elbows, a pair of nippers, and a sou'wester.
"Naow ye look somethin' like," said Dan.

"Hurry!" "Keep nigh an' handy," said Troop "an' don't go visitin' raound the Fleet.

If any one asks you what I'm cal'latin' to do, speak the truth--fer ye don't know." A little red dory, labelled Hattie S., lay astern of the schooner.