He puffed and blew as he threw it down on deck.

When his wife came out and told him of Corny's disaster, he stopped dusting his clothes, and looked up for an instant.
"I declare," said he, "Corny must keep out of the water.

It seems to me that I can never leave her but she gets into some scrape.

But I'm sure our friends here have proved themselves good fellows, indeed," and he shook hands with both of us.
"Now then, my dear," said he to his wife, "I've enough moss here for the parlor and sitting-room, and the little back-room, upstairs.

I didn't get any for the dining-room, because it might blow about and get into the food." "Do you mean to take that moss all the way home ?" asked Mrs.Chipperton, in surprise.