The Captain sighed.
"Well," he said, philosophically, "I don't know's we need to argue.

I cal'late they'll look some as 'tis." Her parting instructions to her uncles were many and diversified.

Zoeth must be sure and change to his heavy flannels on the first of October.
He must not forget rubbers when the ground was damp, and an umbrella when it rained.

If he caught cold there was the medicine Doctor Harley had prescribed.

He must not sit up after ten o'clock; he must not try to read the paper without first hunting for his spectacles.