'I'm not so jolly often afraid as you seem to think.

Go ahead, my Lord.' 'You might as well call me Billy,' said the Lord High Islander; 'it's my name.' 'Well, Billy, then.

What is it you're afraid of ?' 'I hate being afraid,' said Billy angrily.

'Of course I know no true boy is afraid of anything except doing wrong.

One of the M.A.'s told me that.