He had seemed at first glance a stoical person; but his deep-set, brown eyes were bright with good humor.
"These old sea dogs made a lot of history.

I suppose you know a good deal about the sea from your grandfather." "Yes; but I've never seen the sea." "I've crossed it once or twice and tramped England and Scotland.

I wanted to see Burns's country and the house at Chelsea where Carlyle smoked his pipe.

But I like our home folks best." "Mr.Ware," growled the admiral, "a man told me the other day that you'd served in the Army.

I wish I'd had a chaplain like you in the Navy; I might have been a different man." Mrs.Owen glanced at Ware with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Afraid I'm going to be discovered," he remarked to Sylvia as he buttered a bit of bread.
"Well, what part of the Army did you serve in ?" demanded the admiral.
"Captain, Fifth New York Cavalry," replied the minister quietly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Captain! You were a fighting man ?" the admiral boomed.
"Sort of one.