And there was a letter and a parcel for the Sultan of Egypt.

So I went to Cairo.

I had a month on my hands, so I thought I'd run over and see Venice, because it's a hobby of mine, you might say, to see the world.
"Now let me reckon.

Four and three makes seven, and four more are eleven, and six are seventeen, and let us say nine with that, and you have twenty-six.

And the month I'm forgetting on the rocks of Aden is twenty-seven, and a week here and a week there for bad winds and such like.