No, no, my lad.

You be content to get on well with your studies, and some day we'll make a doctor or a lawyer of you.
Soldier, if you like, but not a sailor." "It's my turn to speak now," said Mrs Strong, smiling lovingly at her frank, manly-looking son.

"No soldiering." "I don't want to be a soldier, mother," said Mark gloomily.

"I want to travel; and as I have kept to my books as father wished during his last two voyages, and won my certificates, he might give me the prize I worked for." "Why, you ungrateful young dog," cried the captain, "haven't I given you a first-class watch ?" "Yes, father; but that isn't the prize I want.

I say: do take me with you." "Take you with me!" cried the captain with an impatient snort such as a sea-horse might give.