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"If there was nothing to fear from the enemy's ships," she said, "and if the sea was always calm and the breeze gentle and mild, I believe I might wish to make a voyage in the Minorca to the West Indies.",Billy set the pails down on the block outside the milk-house and rubbed his cheek against Croaker, who had just alighted on his shoulder. "Are you goin' to show me where you found the gold-pieces, Croaker?" he asked, stroking the ruffled plumage smooth.,"But the light is the same, isn't it, Billy?","That's old Harry and his tin whistle," muttered Caleb, "Glory be! but can't he jest make that thing sing?",Billy removed the coat he was wearing and passed it over to his mother. She turned it inside out, and inspected it closely.,"Oh thank you, mum, thank you, and it's deeply beholden I am to you and Miss Acton for calling and enquiring after them, not to mention presents which leaves my Sarah most grateful indeed. That there little Tommy of mine grows like a ship you're arisin'. Because I'm his father I'm not goin' to pretend he don't improve every voyage.","But he must have had some object!" cried the old Admiral, whose face was strongly flushed with heat and conflicting passions. "We shall very shortly find out what that object is, and I shall feel very greatly astonished if it does not satisfy you, sir, as well as myself.","Me hands are a bit unsteady," said Harry, quickly. "We'll l'ave the light be as ut is, Billy.","Oh, gee whitticker! nobody 'ud believe that, Bill.","Bear up!" he said gently. "Presently we will discuss the matter calmly. God is good, and this blow may not prove nearly so heavy as we now think it.","Who are you, anyway?" asked Scroggie as he got groggily to his feet.,On which Captain Weaver exclaimed: "The Minorca, of course. She was French, and what's called barque-rigged.".