"I wasn't hurting your kitchen, and as to talking and laughing there--what do you think my tongue was given to me for?
Show?
P'r'aps if you'd been doing a day's hard work you'd--" "Look here, my girl--" began the captain, desperately.
"Don't you my girl me, please," interrupted Miss Vickers.

"I'm not your girl, thank goodness.

If I was you'd be a bit different, I can tell you.
If you had any girls you'd know better than to try and come between them and their young men.

Besides, they wouldn't let you.

When a girl's got a young man--" The captain rose and went through the form of ringing the bell.