Poor Nigel's felicity was further diluted when he met his father.
"We'll have to sleep a-board to-night," said the captain, "for there's a fair breeze outside which seems likely to hold, and the mast has been temporarily rigged up, so we'll have to up anchor, and away by break of day to-morrow." Nigel's heart sank.
"To-morrow! father ?" "Ay, to-morrow.

Business first, pleasure afterwards." "Well, I suppose you are right, but it seems almost a shame to leave such a heaven upon earth as this in such a hurry.

Besides, is it not unkind to such hospitable people to bolt off after you've got all that you want out of them ?" "Can't help that, lad-- "Dooty first, an' fun to follow, That's what beats creation hollow." "Come father, don't say that you quote _that_ from mother!" "No more I do, my boy.

It's my own--homemade.

I put it together last night when I couldn't sleep for your snorin'." "Don't tell fibs, father.