Inside of a fortnight she'd have all you ever done and a whole lot you never thought of doin' advertised from Race P'int to Sagamore.

She's a reg'lar talkin' foghorn, if there was such a thing--only a foghorn shuts down in clear weather and SHE don't shut down, day or night.

Talks in her sleep, I shouldn't wonder.

If I was you, Mrs.Barnes, I wouldn't bother with any help from 'round here.
I'd hire a girl from Boston, or somewheres; then you could be skipper of your own ship." Thankful, after thinking the matter over, decided that the advice was good.

The difficulty, of course, was in determining the "somewhere" from which the right sort of servant, one willing to work for a small wage, might be obtained.