'J-I-M-S-O-N--Jimson; and his op'ra's called--some kind of tea.' 'SOME KIND OF TEA!' cried the girl.

'What a very singular name for an opera! What can it be about ?' And Gideon heard her pretty laughter flow abroad.

'We must try to get acquainted with this Mr Jimson; I feel sure he must be nice.' 'Well, miss, I'm afraid I must be going on.

I've got to be at Haverham, you see.' 'O, don't let me keep you, you kind man!' said Julia.

'Good afternoon.' 'Good afternoon to you, miss.' Gideon sat in the cabin a prey to the most harrowing thoughts.