Every one wanted to say so much that no one said anything in particular.

Harvey bade Dan take care of Uncle Salters's sea-boots and Penn's dory-anchor, and Long Jack entreated Harvey to remember his lessons in seamanship; but the jokes fell flat in the presence of the two women, and it is hard to be funny with green harbour-water widening between good friends.
"Up jib and fores'l!" shouted Disko, getting to the wheel, as the wind took her.

"See you later, Harve.

Dunno but I come near thinkin' a heap o' you an' your folks." Then she glided beyond ear-shot, and they sat down to watch her up the harbour, And still Mrs.Cheyne wept.
"Pshaw, my dear," said Mrs.Troop: "we're both women, I guess.

Like's not it'll ease your heart to hev your cry aout.