That book will enlighten us." "There's one blessing," said Captain Barker, tucking the book under his arm; "whatever pursuit the boy may follow, he'll want to follow it unmolested.

And therefore, in any case, I must teach him to use the small-sword." During the first few months, almost every entry in the Captain's green volume dealt with Tristram's appetite.

Nor did this fluctuate enough to make the record exciting.

He was a slow, phlegmatic infant, with red cheeks and an exuberant crop of yellow curls.
He slept all night and a good third of the day, and, beyond cutting ten teeth in as many months, exhibited no precocity.

Nothing troubled him, if we except an insatiable hunger.