A passing show, sir, half the time those I carry; no more to me, bless you, than so many sand-fleas a-hopping on the beach .-- Mr.Blackmore--coast-guard officer he is--I fetched him across early, with one of his men coming round from the Head.

And that poor lippity-lop, Abram Sclanders' eldest .-- Pity he wasn't put away quiet-like at birth!--Terrible drag he is on Abram and always will be.

Anybody with an ounce of gumption might have seen he'd be a short-wit from the first .-- I took him over; but that 'ud the opposite way about, as he wanted to go shrimping back of the Bar so he said." Jennifer paused as in earnest thought.
"No, not a soul to merit your attention, to-day, sir, that I can call to mind.

Unless"-- with an upward look of returning intelligence--"but that ain't very likely either--unless it should be Darcy Faircloth.

I'd clean forgot him, so I had.