"I wish you were back in the Bellevite, Christy." "I wish I were myself," replied the commander, in a tone so low that none but the visitors could hear him.
"No, you don't," interposed Mr.Blowitt.

"You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen." "I thought I should like it, but I find I do not as well as I expected," answered Christy.
"You don't like it!" exclaimed the engineer of the Bellevite.
"I do not, Paul; I think it wears upon me, though I am willing to do my duty wherever I am ordered." "If you wish to get back into the Bellevite, of course you can do so, for it is not every fellow that wears shoulder-straps who has such a backing as you have.

You have only to speak, and anything reasonable is yours.

But how are all at home, Christy ?" "Florry was very well the last time I saw her, not more than two weeks ago, and she talked a great deal about you, Paul," answered her brother, partly in a whisper.
"Did she ?" added Paul with a gush.

"Then she has not forgotten all about me.