But Avice is—er—my dear, she is like her mother in more ways than one.
An' they know it, too, by golly, er they wouldn't hang back like they're a-doin'.
"You'd think I'd done it a-purpose to 'ear 'er," the driver mumbled.
Yer'd be positive o' passin' 'er if she didn't syle afore 'igh-tide.
Wind's freshenin' from the east'rds, an' that'll 'old 'er back a bit, sir.