" Then I told him how the ANTONY's
sails was best trimmed to drive before the wind, and seeing he was
full of occupations we went acrost to that Bridport hoy, and
left him.
'But Frankie was gentle-born, d'ye see, and that sort they never
overlook any folks' dues.
'When the hoy passed under his stern, he stood bare-headed on
the poop same as if my Aunt had been his Queen, and his
musicianers played "Mary Ambree" on their silver trumpets
quite a long while. Heart alive, little maid! I never meaned to
make you look sorrowful!"
Bunny Lewknor in his sackcloth petticoats burst through the
birch scrub wiping his forehead.
'We've got the stick to rights now! She've been a whole hatful
o' trouble. You come an' ride her home, Mus' Dan and Miss Una!'
They found the proud wood-gang at the foot of the slope, with
the log double-chained on the tug.
'Cattiwow, what are you going to do with it?'said Dan, as they
straddled the thin part.
'She's going down to Rye to make a keel for a Lowestoft
fishin'-boat, I've heard. Hold tight!'
Cattiwow cracked his whip, and the great log dipped and
tilted, and leaned and dipped again, exactly like a stately ship
upon the high seas.
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