Ye're certain it was a crack?'
"'Man, it's a crevasse,' I said, for there were no words to describe
the magnitude of it. 'An' young Bannister's sayin' it's no more
than a superfeecial flaw!'
"'Weell, I tak' it oor business is to mind oor business. If ye've
ony friends aboard her, McPhee, why not bid them to a bit dinner at
Radley's?'
"'I was thinkin' o' tea in the cuddy,' I said. 'Engineers o' tramp
freighters cannot afford hotel prices.'
"'Na! na!' says the auld man, whimperin'. 'Not the cuddy. They'll
laugh at my Kite, for she's no plastered with paint like the Hoor.
Bid them to Radley's, McPhee, an' send me the bill. Thank Dandie,
here, man. I'm no used to thanks.' Then he turned him round. (I
was just thinkin' the vara same thing.) 'Mister McPhee,' said he,
'this is not senile dementia.'
"'Preserve 's!' I said, clean jumped oot o' mysel'. 'I was but
thinkin' you're fey, McRimmon.'
"Dod, the auld deevil laughed till he nigh sat down on Dandie.
'Send me the bill,' says he. 'I'm long past champagne, but tell me
how it tastes the morn.'
"Bell and I bid young Bannister and Calder to dinner at Radley's.
They'll have no laughin' an' singin' there, but we took a private
room - like yacht-owners fra' Cowes.
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