Don't ever you git to talk too much, Master Fred, wotever ye do.

My maxim is--and it has served me through life, uncommon--'Keep your weather-eye open and your tongue housed 'xcept when you've got occasion to use it.' If that fellow'd use his eyes more and his tongue less, he'd see your father comin' down the road there, right before the wind, with his old sister in tow." "How I wish he would have let me go with him!" muttered Fred to himself sorrowfully.
"No chance now, I'm afeard," remarked his companion.

"The gov'nor's as stiff as a nor'-wester.

Nothin' in the world can turn him once he's made up his mind but a regular sou'-easter.

Now, if you had been _my_ son, and yonder tight craft _my_ ship, I would have said, 'Come at once.' But your father knows best, lad; and you're a wise son to obey orders cheerfully, without question.