Would you, Bob ?" "Yes," said the boy stolidly.

"Did it on purpose to frighten you." "How dare you!" cried Captain Trevor sternly.

"This is pretty discipline.

Have I not always told you that a big boy ought to be kind to his sister ?" "Yes, Pa." "And because he's strong and ugly, because he's going some day to be a man, he ought to watch over and protect her." "Yes, Pa," said the boy, his lip quivering, as he stared past his father at the big sailor, who was scowling and shaking his head at him fiercely.
"And now I come home for a few hours, expecting to see you all as happy as can be, I find my boy--no, I can't say _my_ boy if you behave like this--has been as naughty as ever he could be." "Oh, no, Pa," cried the Skipper, that is to say, nearly cried the Skipper, for his voice sounded a little shaky; "that's not half so naughty as I could be if I tried." The Skipper stared in wonder, for as he said this, the big sailor suddenly uttered a peculiar sound, swung himself round with the bag and parcels flying out, and stood with his back to him, upon one leg, lifting the other up and down, with the toe just touching the ground from time to time.
As for Captain Trevor, the Skipper saw that he had squeezed his lips together, wrinkled up his face, and frowned heavily.
"Oh! please, Pa dear," whispered Dot, tightening her arms round his neck, "don't be cross with poor Bob.

He was very sorry.