Then the jaws of the booms whined against the masts, and the sheets creaked, and the sails filled with roaring; and when she slid into a hollow she trampled like a woman tripped in her own silk dress, and came out, her jib wet half-way up, yearning and peering for the tall twin-lights of Thatcher's Island.
They left the cold gray of the Bank sea, saw the lumber-ships making for Quebec by the Straits of St.Lawrence, with the Jersey salt-brigs from Spain and Sicily; found a friendly northeaster off Artimon Bank that drove them within view of the East light of Sable Island,--a sight Disko did not linger over,--and stayed with them past Western and Le Have, to the northern fringe of George's.

From there they picked up the deeper water, and let her go merrily.
"Hattie's pulling on the string," Dan confided to Harvey.

"Hattie an' Ma.

Next Sunday you'll be hirin' a boy to throw water on the windows to make ye go to sleep.

'Guess you'll keep with us till your folks come.
Do you know the best of gettin' ashore again ?" "Hot bath ?" said Harvey.