"Hush!" she whispered, catching at his hand and holding it firmly.

"It's _me_--Tilda; an' you won't go back there never no more." "I--I thought--" said he, and so with an easier sob lay still.
"O' course you did," Tilda soothed him.

"But what's 'appened to the boat, ma'am ?" "We are at anchor.

If you want to know why, you had best crawl out and ask Mr.Bossom.

He gave the order, and Stanislas has gone ashore to buy provisions.