“Ah ah! And just where do you think you’re going with that, missy? It’s a fine dama fruit to be sure and worth at least a quarter virok. Give me your coin and I’ll wrap it up for you. (pause, then sadly) Oh, I see. You haven’t got any, do you, lass? It’s Pippi, isn’t it? Hmmm. I thought I recognized you. (sigh) Oh, very well.  Take it and be off with you. (now firmly) But mind you, no more until Saturday next!”

“To sea? Ha! (chuckles) There was a time when I would have rejoiced in those words and happily joined you, Pippi. (now sadly) I’m sorry, lass, but I can’t go with you this time. I’m afraid that these old bones would never make the crossing.”