You forget that I am growing, and that, when I am big enough, the day of reckoning between us will surely come!" "But why would you not give me the information I want in the house.

The people you saw there are as much interested in it as I am." "Oh! are they ?" returned Corrie, with a glance of peculiar meaning; "perhaps they are _more_ interested than you are." "How so ?" "Why, how do I know, and how do you know, that these fellows are not pirates in disguise ?" "Because," said Henry, "one of them is an old friend,--that is, an acquaintance--at least a sort of intimate, who has been many and many a time at our house before, and my mother knows him well.

I can't say I like him,--that is to say, I don't exactly like some of his ways,--though I don't dislike the man himself." "A most unsatisfactory style of reply, Henry, for a man--ah, beg pardon, a boy--of your straightforward character.

Which o' the three are you speaking of--the grampus ?" "No, the other big, handsome-looking fellow." "And you're sure you've known him long ?" continued the boy, while an expression of perplexity flitted over his face.
"Quite sure;--why ?" "Because _I_ have seen you often enough, and your house and your mother,--not to mention your cat and your pigs, and hens; but I've never seen _him_ before to-day." "That's because he usually comes at night, and seldom stays more than an hour or two." "A most uncomfortable style of acquaintance," said Corrie, trying to look wise, which was an utterly futile effort, seeing that his countenance was fat and round and rosy, and very much the reverse of philosophical.

"But how do you know that the grampus is not the pirate ?" "Because he is one of Gascoyne's men." "Oh! his name is Gascoyne, is it ?--a most piratical name it is.