'I am so thirsty.

Oh, Linda, do give me some tea.' 'Hush,' said Alaric, pointing to the captain, who was thoroughly enjoying himself, and uttering sonorous snores at regular fixed intervals.
'Sit down, Katie, and don't make a noise,' said Mrs.Woodward, gently.
Katie slunk into a chair, opened wide her large bright eyes, applied herself diligently to her teacup, and then, after taking breath, said, in a very audible whisper to her sister, 'Are not we to talk at all, Linda?
That will be very dull, I think.' 'Yes, my dear, you are to talk as much as you please, and as often as you please, and as loud as you please; that is to say, if your mamma will let you,' said Captain Cuttwater, without any apparent waking effort, and in a moment the snoring was going on again as regularly as before.
Katie looked round, and again opened her eyes and laughed.

Mrs.
Woodward said, 'You are very good-natured, uncle.' The girls exchanged looks with Alaric, and Norman, who had not yet recovered his good-humour, went on sipping his tea.
As soon as the tea-things were gone, Uncle Bat yawned and shook himself, and asked if it was not nearly time to go to bed.
'Whenever you like, Uncle Bat,' said Mrs.Woodward, who began to find that she agreed with Gertrude, that early habits on the part of her uncle would be a family blessing.

'But perhaps you'll take something before you go ?' 'Well, I don't mind if I do take a thimbleful of rum-and-water.' So the odious spirit-bottle was again brought into the drawing-room.
'Did you call at the Admiralty, sir, as you came through town ?' said Alaric.
'Call at the Admiralty, sir!' said the captain, turning sharply round at the questioner; 'what the deuce should I call at the Admiralty for?
craving the ladies' pardon.' 'Well, indeed, I don't know,' said Alaric, not a bit abashed.
'But sailors always do call there, for the pleasure, I suppose, of kicking their heels in the lords' waiting-room.' 'I have done with that game,' said Captain Cuttwater, now wide awake; and in his energy he poured half a glass more rum into his beaker.

'I've done with that game, and I'll tell you what, Mr.
Tudor, if I had a dozen sons to provide for to-morrow--' 'Oh, I do so wish you had,' said Katie; 'it would be such fun.
Fancy Uncle Bat having twelve sons, Gertrude.