She said 'twas becomin' and the one I've been wearin' wasn't and that she crocheted it for me and I don't know what all.

So here I am.

Got so I ain't even boss of my own neck." "Well, 'tis becomin'," observed Zoeth.

"And she did crochet it for you.
I noticed you didn't stop her tyin' it on you even while you was vowin' you wouldn't wear it." Shadrach sighed.

"To think," he groaned, "that I, Cap'n Shad Gould, a man that's handled as many fo'mast hands as I have, should come to be led around by the nose by a slip of a girl! By fire, I--I can't hardly believe it.