The cook, his shoulders against the locker where he kept the fried pies (Dan was fond of fried pies), peeled potatoes, with one eye on the stove in event of too much water finding its way down the pipe; and the general smell and smother were past all description.
Harvey considered affairs, wondered that he was not deathly sick, and crawled into his bunk again, as the softest and safest place, while Dan struck up, "I don't want to play in your yard," as accurately as the wild jerks allowed.
"How long is this for ?" Harvey asked of Manuel.
"Till she get a little quiet, and we can row to trawl.

Perhaps to-night.

Perhaps two days more.

You do not like?
Eh, wha-at ?" "I should have been crazy sick a week ago, but it doesn't seem to upset me now--much." "That is because we make you fisherman, these days.

If I was you, when I come to Gloucester I would give two, three big candles for my good luck." "Give who ?" "To be sure--the Virgin of our Church on the Hill.