'And what I wanted to say was as you couldn't do it any more.

You see I've let it.' 'Let it!' cried Julia.
'Let it for a month,' said the man.

'Seems strange, don't it?
Can't see what the party wants with it ?' 'It seems very romantic of him, I think,' said Julia, 'What sort of a person is he ?' Julia in her canoe, the landlord in his wherry, were close alongside, and holding on by the gunwale of the houseboat; so that not a word was lost on Gideon.
'He's a music-man,' said the landlord, 'or at least that's what he told me, miss; come down here to write an op'ra.' 'Really!' cried Julia, 'I never heard of anything so delightful! Why, we shall be able to slip down at night and hear him improvise! What is his name ?' 'Jimson,' said the man.
'Jimson ?' repeated Julia, and interrogated her memory in vain.

But indeed our rising school of English music boasts so many professors that we rarely hear of one till he is made a baronet.

'Are you sure you have it right ?' 'Made him spell it to me,' replied the landlord.