_M. of the D._ Ah, it's lucky for you she can't _quite_ speak--you'd 'ear some plain langwidge if she did!
_M. of the B._ _Our_ boat ain't never mis-stayed with us, 't all events; ye can't deny that!
_M. of the D._ We don't go out for sailing, _we_ don't--we go out for _pleasure_! (_As the "Daisy," having received her complement of passengers, puts off._) Tralla! we'll resoom this conversation later on; you won't ha' got off afore we're back, _I_ dessay!
[_The_ Mate of the "Buttercup" _is reduced to profanity._
_The Stout Lady._ Very 'an'some they fit these yachts up--garding-seats all across the deck, and all the cushings in red plush. It do give you sech a sense of security!
_A Lugubrious Man._ Oh, we shall be all right, so long as this squall that's coming up don't catch us before we're in again. Else we shall take _our_ tea down at the bottom, along with the lobsters!
_A Chirpy Little Man with a red chin-tuft_ (_to a female acquaintance_). Well, how are _you_ feelin', eh?
_The Acquaintance._ Oh, all right, thenks--so long as I keep still. There's more waves than it looked from the Pier.
_The Chirpy Man._ Waves? These ain't on'y ripples. When we're off the Foreland, now, you _may_ talk!
_The Acq._ If it's worse than it is now, I _shan't_.
_The Chirpy Man._ Why, you ain't afraid o' being queer already? I'm reg'lar enjoyin' it, I am. You don't object to me samplin' a cigar? You enjoy the flavour of a smoke more when you're on the water, yer know.
_First Girl._ I can see our lodgings; and there's Ma out on the balcony--see? Let's wave our handkerchiefs to her.
_Second Girl._ Ma, indeed! Did you _ever_ know Ma stir off the sofa after her dinner? I wouldn't make myself ridiklous waving to somebody else's Ma, if _I_ was you!
_First Girl_ (_unconvinced_). I'm sure it _is_ Ma--it's just her figger.
_Second Girl._ You are such an _obstinate_ girl! If it's Ma, what's become of the verander?
_First Girl_ (_conquered by this unanswerable argument_). I forgot we had a _verander_--it's one of those old cats next door!
_The Stout Lady_ (_to the Captain who is steering_). Shall we be out long, Captain?
_The Captain._ I hope not, Marm, because I'm dining at the tabbly dote at the Cliftonville this evenin', and I've got to be home in time to dress.