Fine's a yacht forward, with yacht sterns to 'em, an' spike bowsprits, an' a haouse that u'd take our hold.

I've heard that Burgess himself he made the models fer three or four of 'em, Dad's sot ag'in' 'em on account o' their pitchin' an' joltin', but there's heaps o' money in 'em.

Dad can find fish, but he ain't no ways progressive--he don't go with the march o' the times.
They're chock-full o' labour-savin' jigs an' sech all.

'Ever seed the Elector o' Gloucester?
She's a daisy, ef she is a toothpick." "What do they cost, Dan ?" "Hills o' dollars.

Fifteen thousand, p'haps; more, mebbe.