Of the Admiral's lovely daughters he had heard while in the navy, and now he was frightened to think that perhaps they were come here to reconnoitre him.

But luckily the Admiral was by this time to the fore, and he marched into the school-room and saluted the head-master.
"Dr.Swinks," he said, "I am your very humble servant, Vice-Admiral of the Blue, Charles Darling, and beg a thousand pardons for intrusion on deep learning.

But they tell me that your watch is over in some half a minute.

Allow me to ask for the son of an old friend, Blyth Scudamore, late of the Diomede frigate, but now of this ancient and learned grammar school.

When his labors are over, I would gladly speak with him." "Boys may go," the head-master pronounced, as the old clock wheezed instead of striking.