"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.
"Urn! 'Guess I'd ruther clean up, dad." "Don't doubt it.

Ye wun't, though.

Dress-daown! Dress-daown! Penn'll pitch while you two bait up." "Why in thunder didn't them blame boys tell us you'd struck on ?" said Uncle Salters, shuffling to his place at the table.