"Volume II., page 26!" roared my uncle, his broad red face appearing
at that moment in the companionway. "You done well, Dannie! 'Tis quite
t' the taste o' Skipper Chesterfield. You're sailin' twelve knots by
the log, lad, on the course you're steerin'!"
So I did not have another; but the one, you may believe! had done the
mischief.
[4] I am informed that there are strange folk who do not visualize
after the manner of Judith and me. 'Tis a wonder how they
conceive, at all!