CAMPBELL. Speaks in a sort of soft, slow grind?

MRS. ROBERTS. Yes.

CAMPBELL. Gentle and deferential to ladies?

MRS. ROBERTS. As pie.

CAMPBELL. It's Tom Goodall. I'll have him out of there in half a
second. I want you to take him home with you, Agnes. He's the best
fellow in the world. _Which_ is his berth?

MRS. ROBERTS. Don't ask me, Willis. But if you'd go for baby, you'll be
sure to find him.

MR. ROBERTS (timidly indicating a berth). I think that's the one.

CAMPBELL (plunging at it, and pulling the curtains open). You old Tom
Goodall!

THE CALIFORNIAN (appearing). I ain't any Tom Goodall. My name's Abram
Sawyer.

CAMPBELL (falling back). Well, sir, you're right. I'm awfully sorry to
disturb you; but, from my sister's description here, I felt certain you
must be my old friend Tom Goodall.

THE CALIFORNIAN. I ain't surprised at it. I'm only surprised I _ain't_
Tom Goodall. I've been a baby twice, and I've been a man's wife once,