It afflicts me less to hear my sons talk about 'brailing up the foresail' than doing as they 'darn please,' and 'cut your cable' is decidedly preferable to 'let her rip.' I once made a rule that I would have no slang in the house.

I give it up now, for I cannot keep it; but I will not have rubbishy books; so, Archie, please send these two after your cigars." Mrs.Jessie held both the small boys fast with an arm round each neck, and when she took this base advantage of them they could only squirm with dismay.

"Yes, right behind the back log," she continued, energetically.

"There, my hearties (you like sea slang, so I'll give you a bit) now, I want you to promise not to read any more stuff for a month, and I'll agree to supply you with wholesome fare." "Oh, mother, not a single one ?" cried Will.
"Couldn't we just finish those ?" pleaded Geordie.
"The boys threw away half-smoked cigars; and your books must go after them.

Surely you would not be outdone by the 'old fellows,' as you call them, or be less obedient to little Mum than they were to Rose." "Course not! Come on, Geordie," and Will took the vow like a hero.