and dressing-pens. Then came the nests of dories lashed to ring-
bolts by the quarter-deck; the house, with tubs and oddments
lashed all around it; and, last, the sixty-foot main-boom in its
crutch, splitting things lengthwise, to duck and dodge under every
time.

Tom Platt, of course, could not keep his oar out of the business,
but ranged alongside with enormous and unnecessary descriptions of
sails and spars on the old Ohio.

"Niver mind fwhat he says; attind to me, Innocince. Tom Platt,
this bally-hoo's not the Ohio, an' you're mixing the bhoy bad."

"He'll be ruined for life, beginnin' on a fore-an'-after this
way," Tom Platt pleaded. "Give him a chance to know a few leadin'
principles. Sailin's an art, Harvey, as I'd show you if I had ye
in the foretop o' the -"

"I know ut. Ye'd talk him dead an' cowld. Silince, Tom Platt! Now,
after all I've said, how'd you reef the foresail, Harve'? Take
your time answerin'."

"Haul that in," said Harvey, pointing to leeward.

"Fwhat? The North Atlantuc?"

"No, the boom. Then run that rope you showed me back there -"

"That's no way," Tom Platt burst in.