It doesn't need E.B.H.

cut on all the trees and railings to remind me of my sailor boy'; and Mrs Jo took the seat nearest the blue figure astride the balustrade, not quite sure how to begin the little sermon she wanted to preach.
'Well, you don't pipe your eye and look squally when I sheer off as you used to, and that's a comfort.

I like to leave port in fair weather and have a jolly send-off all round.

Specially this time, for it will be a year or more before we drop anchor here again,' answered Emil, pushing his cap back, and glancing about him as if he loved old Plum and would be sorry never to see it any more.
'You have salt water enough without my adding to it.

I'm going to be quite a Spartan mother, and send my sons to battle with no wailing, only the command: "With your shield or on it",' said Mrs Jo cheerfully, adding after a pause: 'I often wish I could go too, and some day I will, when you are captain and have a ship of your own--as I've no doubt you will before long, with Uncle Herman to push you on.' 'When I do I'll christen her the Jolly Jo and take you as first mate.
It would be regular larks to have you aboard, and I'd be a proud man to carry you round the world you've wanted to see so long and never could,' answered Emil, caught at once by this splendid vision.
'I'll make my first voyage with you and enjoy myself immensely in spite of seasickness and all the stormy winds that blow.