The draughts were a nuisance.

This was owing to windows facing each other being left open, and as a result articles of clothing disappeared so mysteriously that we thought there must be a thief or a somnambulist on board.

The third or fourth day, however, going into the saloon unexpectedly, I caught my straw hat disappearing on the wings of the wind.

When last seen it was on its way to Maidenhead, bowling along at the rate of several miles an hour.

So we thought it would be as well to have a boy.