Now I'll hev to tell her." "There ain't nothin' to say," said Disko.

"Better lie down a piece, Jason Olley." When a man has lost his only son, his summer's work, and his means of livelihood, in thirty counted seconds, it is hard to give consolation.
"All Gloucester men, wasn't they," said Tom Platt, fiddling helplessly with a dory-becket.
"Oh, that don't make no odds," said Jason, wringing the wet from his beard.

"I'll be rowin' summer boarders araound East Gloucester this fall." He rolled heavily to the rail, singing.
"Happy birds that sing and fly Round thine altars, O Most High!" "Come with me.

Come below!" said Penn, as though he had a right to give orders.

Their eyes met and fought for a quarter of a minute.
"I dunno who you be, but I'll come," said Jason, submissively.