The tides were slackening now, and the smacks had required some change of berth, but still they were not very far from the Admiral's white gate.
"I shall go down to see them, papa, if you please," Dolly said to her father at breakfast-time.

"They should have gone on Monday; but they were too rich; and I think it very shameful of them.

I dare say they have not got a halfpenny left, and that makes them look so lively.

Of course they've been stuffing, and they won't move fast, and they can't expect any more dinner till they catch it.

But they have got so much bacon that they don't care." "What could they have better, I should like to know ?" asked the Admiral, who had seen hard times.