(_Read on the Channel_)
Splendid Weather. I never mind the sea myself.
The rougher for me the
better. Have a cigar?
Very Fine. One certainly does feel that
only Englishmen can be
sailors. Somehow or other
they take naturally to the
sea--now, don't they?
Fine. Yes. I always come by
Folkestone. I never _could_
see the use of the _Castalia_.
We are not foreigners, you
know. Most of us have our
sea-legs. Eh?
Moderate. Yes. Perhaps a little
brandy-and-water _would_
be a good thing.
Sea slight. The _very_ roughest passage
I remember. But I am
an excellent sailor. Still,
would you mind putting
out that cigar?
Rather Rough. It's simply disgraceful. The
_Castalia_ ought to be established
by Act of Parliament.
Shall write to the _Times_.
I shall go down below--to
think about it!
Rough Oh! Here, somebody! Will
it be more--than five
minutes? Oh! oh! oh!
Very Rough. (_Far too dreadful for
description._)
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[Illustration: EASTER RECREATIONS
_Enthusiastic Skipper_ (_to friend_). "Ah, my boy! this is what you
wanted. In a short time you'll feel yourself a different man!"]
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