Our things came by sea," replied Mercy.
"Bless my soul! Bless my soul! Come on, come on! I'll show you," exclaimed the eccentric old man, starting off at a quick pace.

Mercy did not stir.
Presently, he looked back, wheeled, and came again so near that he nearly trod on her gown.
"Bless my soul! Didn't tell her,--bad habit, bad habit.

Never do make people understand.

Come on, child,--come on! I've got a clock like yours.
Don't want it.

Never use it.