Do, please, fire one in this house--just one--before I leave it, and make the very windows rattle." "I beg your pardon, Bella; I never wasted powder at sea.

If the convoy sailed well and steered right I never barked at them.

You are a modest, sensible girl, and have always steered a good course.

Why should I hoist a petticoat and play the small tyrant?
Wait till I see you going to do something wrong or silly." "Ah! then you _would_ fire a gun, papa ?" "Ay, a broadside." "Well, that is something," said Bella, as she closed the door softly.
"No, no; it amounts to just nothing," said Sir Charles; "for you never will do anything wrong or silly.

I'll accommodate you.