I dine every day with all the other passengers on board the _Burrawalla_.

I shall come back to my tea, and I hope your niece will always sit down to her tea and breakfast with me." "Oh, well, if you laike.

She's quaite fit to sit down with any nobleman in the land." Later on in the day, Valmai, sitting on the window-seat reading out to her uncle from the daily paper, suddenly laid it aside.
"Rather a dull paper to-day, uncle!" "Yes, rather, may dear; but you are not reading as well as usual;" and she wasn't, for in truth she was casting about in her mind for a good opening for her confession to her uncle.

"Suppose you sing me a song, may dear!" And she tried-- "By Berwen's banks my love hath strayed For many a day in sun and shade, And as she carolled loud and clear The little birds flew down to hear." "That don't go as well as usual, too," said her uncle, unceremoniously cutting short the ballad.

"Haven't you any more news to give me ?" "Shall I tell you a story, uncle ?" "Well, what's it about, may dear?
Anything to pass the taime! Ay'm getting very taired of lying abed." "Well then, listen uncle; it's a true story." "Oh, of course," said the old man.