He ran down to the parlour, and there found the showman.
"Oh, I say," the boy broke out, "don't say anything more about it! I do hate being thanked, and there was nothing in swimming ten yards in a calm sea.

Please don't say anything more about it.

I would rather you hit me, ever so much." The sergeant smiled gravely, and Mrs.Walsham exclaimed: "Why didn't you come in and tell me about it, Jim?
I could not make out at first what Mr .-- Mr.--" "Sergeant Wilks, madam." "What Sergeant Wilks meant, when he said that he had called to tell me how grateful he felt to you for saving his little grandchild's life.

I am proud of you, Jim." "Oh, mother, don't!" the boy exclaimed.

"It is horrid going on so.