Is that terbacker in that canister there ?" The other pushed it towards him.
"If I was only young enough--and silly enough," said the boarding-house master, producing a pipe with an unusually large bowl and slowly filling it, "there's nothing I should enjoy more than a three years' cruise.
Nothing to do and everything of the best." "'Ave you made all the arrangements ?" inquired Mr.Wilks, in a tone of cold superiority.
Mr.Smith glanced affectionately at a fish-bag of bulky appearance which stood on the floor between his feet.

"All ready," he said, cheerfully, "an' if you'd like a v'y'ge yourself I can manage it for you in two twos.
You've on'y got to say the word." "I don't want one," said the steward, fiercely; "don't you try none o' your larks on me, Nathan Smith, cos I won't have it." [Illustration: "Mr.Nathan Smith."] "Lord love your 'art," said the boarding-master, "I wouldn't 'urt you.
I'm on'y acting under your orders now; yours and the captin's.

It ain't in my reg'lar way o' business at all, but I'm so good-natured I can't say 'no.'" "Can't say 'no' to five pounds, you mean," retorted Mr.Wilks, who by no means relished these remarks.
"If I was getting as much out of it as you are I'd be a 'appy man," sighed Mr.Smith.
"Me!" cried the other; "do you think I'd take money for this--why, I'd sooner starve, I'd sooner.

Wot are you a-tapping your nose for ?" "Was I tapping it ?" demanded Mr.Smith, in surprise.

"Well, I didn't know it.