Looking up sleepily, the captain had idea of a pretty young face hanging over him, and a soft voice saying, "It was me who did it all," which was very good grammar in those days; "will you forgive me?
But I could not help it, and you must have been sorry to shoot him." "Shoot every body who attempts to land," the weary man ordered, drowsily.

"Mattie, once more, you are not to dust my pistols." "I could not be happy without telling you the truth," the soft voice continued, "because I told you such a dreadful story.

And now--Oh! here comes mother!" "What has come over you this morning, child?
You do the most extraordinary things, and now you can not let the captain rest.

Go round and look for eggs this very moment.

You will want to be playing fine music next.