It's more pleasant here but it's getting a little cool and I think I'll go below.

Where have you children been all afternoon ?" Jefferson volunteered to explain.
"The children have been rhapsodizing over the beauties of the ocean," he laughed.

With a sly glance at Shirley, he added, "Your niece has been coaching me in metaphysics." Shirley shook her finger at him.
"Now Jefferson, if you make fun of me I'll never talk seriously with you again." "_Wie geht es, meine damen ?_" Shirley turned on hearing the guttural salutation.

It was Captain Hegermann, the commander of the ship, a big florid Saxon with great bushy golden whiskers and a basso voice like Edouard de Reszke.

He was imposing in his smart uniform and gold braid and his manner had the self-reliant, authoritative air usual in men who have great responsibilities and are accustomed to command.