She has no mother, nor even a duenna--she has turned her off, she said yesterday.
Your daughter Faith is an angel, but Dolly--" "My Dolly is a little devil, I suppose! You always found out everything.
What have you found my Dolly at?
Perhaps she got it at her baptism." A word against his pet child was steel upon flint to Admiral Darling.
"I am not concerned with your opinion," Lord Nelson answered, loftily.
"But Horatia Dorothy Darling is my godchild by baptism, and you will find her down in my will for a thousand pounds, if she behaves well, and if it should please the Lord to send me some of the prize-money I deserve." This was announced in such a manner, with the future testator's useful eye bearing brightly on his comrade, and his cocked hat lifted as he spoke of the great Awarder of prizes, that no one able to smile could help a friendly and simple smile at him.

So Admiral Darling forgot his wrath, which never had long memory, and scorning even to look round for Dolly, in whom he felt such confidence, took the mighty warrior by the good arm and led him toward the peaceful bells.
"Hurry; we shall be late," he said.

"You remember when we called you 'Hurry,' because of being always foremost?
But they know better than to stop the bells till they see me in the church porch.

Twemlow wanted to upset that, for the parsons want to upset everything.

And I said: 'Very well; then I shall square it by locking the gate from your shrubbery.
That will give me five minutes to come down the hill.' For my grandfather put up that gate, you must know, and of course the key belongs to me.