"Nell and I went up to Landport this morning, while you and Bob were `transmogrifying' that boy, as my old father used to say.

We paid a visit to the old lady whose eggs were broken yesterday by Master Rover's gambols.

You may remember, Captain, I promised her some from my own fowls in place of those she lost.

Don't you recollect how anxious the poor creature was about them ?" "Yes, yes, I remember," said the old sailor, his face beaming with good- humour.

"You're always kind and thoughtful." "Whish!" cried Mrs Gilmour playfully.