You are quite as easygoing as I used to be at your age"-- here the Admiral looked as if he felt himself to be uncommonly hard-going now--"and that sort of thing will not do in these days.

For my own discomforts I care nothing.

I could live on lobscouse, or soap and bully, for a year, and thank God for getting more than I deserved.

But my children, Frank, are very different.

From me you would never hear a grumble, or a syllable of anything but perfect satisfaction, so long as I felt that I was doing good work, and having it appreciated.