And here we are, almost at the wharf! I didn't think we were anywhere near it." "Well, you see, sis, sich a steady gale o' talkin', right behind the sail, is bound to hurry the boat along.

And now, s'pose you tell us your name," said Menendez.
"My name's Cornelia; but father, he calls me Corny, which mother hates to hear the very sound of," said she; "and the rest of it is Mary Chipperton.

Father, he came down here because he had a weak lung, and I'm sure I don't see what good it's going to do him to sit out there in the rain.

We'll take a man next time.

And father and I'll be sure to be here early to-morrow to go out fishing with you.