Now, K.D.B.Well, K.D.B., she's prim.

Let's have her prim, and proud of using correct, precise, 'elegant' language.

I guess she wears mits, and believes in cremation.
Let's have her believe in cremation.

And Captain Jack; oh! he's got a terrible voice, like this, ROW-ROW-ROW see?
and whiskers, very fierce; and he says, 'Belay there!' and 'Avast!' and is very grandiloquent and orotund and gallant when it comes to women.

Oh, he's the devil of a man when it comes to women, is Captain Jack!" After countless trials and failures, they evolved the two following missives, which Condy posted that night: "Captain Jack.
"SIR:--I have perused with entire satisfaction your personal in 'The Times.' I should like to know more of you.