No shying of books and things, remember.

Well, good-bye; come and see you again to-morrow.

I daresay you'll see Captain Owen by and by.

Good-bye, my dear," turning to Valmai, "take care of your uncle." And like a gust of wind he ran down the stairs, banged the front door, and was gone.
Valmai had dropped her paper and listened breathlessly to his communications, and she was sitting, pale and silent, as a tumult of exciting thoughts rushed into her mind.
"The _Burrawalla_ come back! damaged! a collision! And Cardo, where was he?
Was it possible that the dull grey town contained her lover ?" "Well, to be sure, here's a pretty kettle of fish," said her uncle, using strong compulsion to adapt his words to the squeamishness of a "lil gel." "Here's the _Burrawalla_, Valmai, put back for repairs, may friend Captain Owen's ship, you know.

Sech a thing has never happened afore.