But stick to the title, Jack: you adorn it--indeed you do.

And for my part," she wound up, "I think you've done mighty well to-night, considering." "I've let one villain escape, you mean, and t'other go scot free." "And the nuisance of it is," said she with a broadening smile, "I shan't be able to congratulate you in public." "Well"-- Mr.Rogers regained his cheerfulness as he eyed his knuckles--"we've let a deal of villainy loose on the world: but I got in once with the left, and that must be my consolation.

What are we to do with this boy ?" "Hide him." "Easier said than done." "Not a bit." Miss Belcher turned to me.

"Have you any friends, boy, who will be worrying if we keep you a few days ?" "None, ma'am," said I, and thereby in my haste did much injustice to the excellent Mr.and Mrs.Trapp.
"Eh?
You have the world before you?
Then maybe you're luckier than you think, my lad.

What would you like to be?
A sailor, now?
I can get you shipped across to Guernsey to-morrow, if you say the word." "That would do very well, ma'am: but if you ask me to choose--" "I do." "Then I'll choose to be a soldier," said I stoutly.
"H'm! You'll have to grow to it." "I could start as a drummer, ma'am." The drum in Major Brooks's summer-house had put that into my head.
"My father can manage it, I am sure!" cried Isabel.