When the housekeeper ventured to murmur that she was certain they would drown, he reassured her.
"Keep your pennant mast-high, Emeline," he said cheerfully.

"We ain't out at sea, that's sure and sartin.

And, until we get in the breakers, we're safe enough.

The old gal leaks some; she ain't as dry as a Good-Templar prayer meetin', but she's afloat.

And when I'm afloat I ain't afraid, and you needn't be." Some time after that he asked a question in his turn.
"Emeline," he said, "what in the world are you doin' here, on my schooner ?" "Your schooner, Seth?
Yours?
Is this dreadful--is this boat yours ?" "Yup.