"But him as done it was called Ned.

Now try to think if you ever came across a party as was called Ned ?" "There was a boy called Ned at Holy Innocents; but he died in the time we all had sore throats--and, besides, he was the youngest of us.
I don't remember any other." "Any sailor-man, then?
It's mostly sailors that know about tattooin'." "Oh, yes," he answered promptly, to her surprise.

"There were lots of sailors--five or six, I think.

They had long glasses, and used to watch the sea.

And one played music on a thing that went _so_." He brought his hands together, drew them wide, and brought them together again--the palms open.
"That would be a concertina," nodded Tilda, "or elst an accordion.