Tom Platt, this bally-hoo's not the Ohio, an' you're mixing the bhoy bad." "He'll be ruined for life, beginnin' on a fore-an'-after this way," Tom Platt pleaded.

"Give him a chance to know a few leadin' principles.
Sailin's an art, Harvey, as I'd show you if I had ye in the fore-top o' the--" "I know ut.

Ye'd talk him dead an' cowld.

Silince, Tom Platt! Now, after all I've said, how'd you reef the foresail, Harve?
Take your time answerin'." "Haul that in," said Harvey, pointing to leeward.
"Fwhat?
The North Atlantuc ?" "No, the boom.

Then run that rope you showed me back there--" "That's no way," Tom Platt burst in.
"Quiet! He's larnin', an' has not the names good yet.