Mrs.Cheyne simply cried and cried every step of the way, and said most extraordinary things to Mrs.Troop, who "babied" her till Dan, who had not been "babied" since he was six, whistled aloud.
And so the old crowd--Harvey felt like the most ancient of mariners--dropped into the old schooner among the battered dories, while Harvey slipped the stern-fast from the pier-head, and they slid her along the wharf-side with their hands.

Every one wanted to say so much that no one said anything in particular.

Harvey bade Dan take care of Uncle Salters's sea-boots and Penn's dory-anchor, and Long Jack entreated Harvey to remember his lessons in seamanship; but the jokes fell flat in the presence of the two women, and it is hard to be funny with green harbour-water widening between good friends.
"Up jib and fores'l! "shouted Disko, getting to the wheel, as the wind took her.

"See you later, Harve.

Dunno but I come near thinkin' a heap o' you an' your folks." Then she glided beyond ear-shot, and they sat down to watch her up the harbour.