A carver in the neighborhood engaged to make the figurehead.
Nay, it was to be "all wrought out of the carver's brain," and the brain was ready.
It would be a shame in the country, and what would Mrs. Carver herself think?
And all the edication she got at Mrs. Carver's Sunday school!
Mr. Carver says, you are as good as the Bank of Ireland—there's no going beyond that.