“What do they cost, Dan?”
“Hills o’ dollars. Fifteen thousand, p’haps; more, mebbe. There’s gold-leaf an’ everything you kin think of.” Then to himself, half under his breath, “Guess I’d call her Hattie S. , too.”
A spoiled teenager falls overboard an ocean liner and is rescued by a fishing schooner, where the crew forces him to work.
“What do they cost, Dan?”
“Hills o’ dollars. Fifteen thousand, p’haps; more, mebbe. There’s gold-leaf an’ everything you kin think of.” Then to himself, half under his breath, “Guess I’d call her Hattie S. , too.”