"Did you say rum ?" "Yes, pa.

They all drink it in the profession which I am going to take up." "Profession, Clara ?" "Mrs.Westmacott says that every woman should follow a calling, and that we ought to choose those which women have always avoided." "Quite so." "Well, I am going to act upon her advice.

I am going to be a pilot." "My dear Clara! A pilot! This is too much." "This is a beautiful book, papa.

`The Lights, Beacons, Buoys, Channels, and Landmarks of Great Britain.' Here is another, `The Master Mariner's Handbook.' You can't imagine how interesting it is." "You are joking, Clara.

You must be joking!" "Not at all, pa.