said Dan enthusiastically, as he was slung across the deck in a batter of spray. “Fends ’em off an’ fends ’em off, an’ ‘Don’t ye come anigh me,’ she sez. Look at her—jest look at her! Sakes! You should see one o’ them toothpicks histin’ up her anchor on her spike outer fifteen-fathom water.”
“What’s a toothpick, Dan?”
“Them new haddockers an’ herrin’-boats. 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 agin ’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.”