When Time goes reaping he will gather us a sheaf, out of which the picture springs.
'There's our last lurch, glory to the breakwater!' exclaimed Father Boyle, as the boat pitched finally outside the harbour fence, where a soft calm swell received them with the greeting of civilised sea-nymphs.
'The captain'll have a quieter passage across.

You may spy him on the pier.

We'll be meeting him on the landing.' 'If he's not in bed, from watching the stars all night,' said Miss Kathleen.
'He must have had a fifty-lynx power of sight for that, my dear.' 'They did appear, though, and wonderfully bright,' she said.

'I saw them come out and go in.

It's not all cloud when the high wind blows.' 'You talk like a song, Kathleen.' 'Couldn't I rattle a throat if I were at home, Father!' 'Ah! we're in the enemy's country now.' Miss Kathleen said she would go below to get the handbags from the stewardess.
Mr.Colesworth's brows had a little darkened over the Rev.Gentleman's last remark.