Well, nothing could do THAT--mother come of a race of sea-going folk and it was born in me.

But I loved to hear John read and recite.

It's almost sixty years ago, but I could repeat yards of poetry I learned from him.
Nearly sixty years!" Captain Jim was silent for a space, gazing into the glowing fire in a quest of the bygones.

Then, with a sigh, he resumed his story.
"I remember one spring evening I met him on the sand-hills.

He looked sorter uplifted--jest like you did, Dr.Blythe, when you brought Mistress Blythe in tonight.