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"Will you step into the deck-house, sir," said Captain Acton, "and learn our strange story, which shall not detain you long.",The woman raised her hands in consternation.,"I should like," said the Admiral, "to have met Nelson. In all my going a-fishing I never fell in his way.","Who lighted the lamp?" demanded Jen, sharply.,“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin.,When you come across all kinds of folk, have a care,Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.',Balancing her voice on a very high note she popped her head through the dining-room door to speak to her husband. He was seated at the table reading “The Family Herald.” His straggling grey locks were disordered with his mental effort and formed a frieze of irregular design on his shining forehead. Mrs. Wopp’s voice, in a moment, was safe on terra firma.,"Isn't it queer how wobbly one feels?" commented Judith uneasily. "We've been crazy for the time to come, and now we feel like running away. I know I'll simply drop when Mr. Benton makes his speech.","That's because you expect people to be perfect and then, when they show the tiniest human weakness, you declare them demons at once," said Elinor, gayly. "You couldn't expect her to like overhearing them praise me, could you? I think she tried to be very kind, and I admire her tremendously for it.","I wish I could draw," mused Patricia, absently sugaring her Frankfurter. "I've got tons of ideas already.",The new postmaster’s sons were at the bottom of it really. Such pipestems from Christiania don’t know anything anyway—and they get scared so easily! That’s why they lose their wits when they get into trouble. No one would believe how silly they were! Still, they were good-natured and ready to join in anything, so they were jolly enough playfellows after all..