"Come, Mr.Goldenheart," he said, leading the way to a seat on deck, "let us sit down comfortably, and have a talk." "Anything you like, sir--but don't call me Mr.Goldenheart." "Why not ?" "Well, it sounds formal.

And, besides, you're old enough to be my father; it's _my_ duty to call _you_ Mister--or Sir, as we say to our elders at Tadmor.

I have left all my friends behind me at the Community--and I feel lonely out here on this big ocean, among strangers.

Do me a kindness, sir.

Call me by my Christian name; and give me a friendly slap on the back if you find we get along smoothly in the course of the day." "Which of your names shall it be ?" Mr.Hethcote asked, humouring this odd lad.