A fust-rate solo when you was orderin' the crew to shorten sail would be a high old brimstone anthem, I'll bet you.

And think of the dinner table at our boardin' house! Mrs.Van and C.Dickens both goin' at once, and Marm Hepton serenadin' the waiter girl! Ho! ho! A cat fight wouldn't be a circumstance." Between the third and the fourth acts the pair went out into the foyer, where, ascending to the next floor, they made the round of the long curve behind the boxes, Pearson pointing out to his friend the names of the box lessees on the brass plates.
"There!" he observed, as, the half circle completed, they turned and strolled back again, "isn't that an imposing list, Captain?
Don't you feel as if you were close to the real thing ?" "Godfreys mighty!" was the solemn reply; "I was just thinkin' I felt as if I'd been readin' one of those muck-rakin' yarns in the magazines!" The foyer had its usual animated crowd, and among them Pearson recognized a critic of his acquaintance.

He offered to introduce the captain, but the latter declined the honor, saying that he cal'lated he wouldn't shove his bows in this time.

"You heave ahead and see your friend, Jim," he added.

"I'll come to anchor by this pillar and watch the fleet go by.