"Though she does happen along off and on," he said optimistically, "and she might come today.

Not," he added with commendable caution, "that I'd call old Doc.

Farr's boat a 'launch' myself." "What," asked Professor Spence, "would you call her yourself ?" "Don't know as I can just hit on a name," said Mr.Johnston.

"Doesn't come natural to me to be free with language." It had been pleasant enough on the wharf at first and certainly it had been worth something to see the fog come in.

Its incredible advance, wave upon wave of massed and silent whiteness, had held him spellbound.
While he had thought it still far off, it was upon him--around him, behind him, everywhere! But perhaps it would go as quickly as it had come.
He had heard that this is sometimes a characteristic of fog.
Fortunately he had already selected a keg upon which to sit, so with a patient fatalism, product of a brief but lurid career in Flemish trenches, he resigned himself to wait.