However, I don't mean to blame you, Frank.

You cannot help your unfortunate nature for stringing ends of words together that happen to sound alike.

Johnny will make a fine Officer, not in the Navy, but of Artillery--Stubbard says that he has the rarest eyes he ever came across in one so young, and he wishes he could put them into his Bob's head.

He shall not go back to Harrow; he can spell his own name, which seems to be all they teach them there, instead of fine scholarship, such as I obtained at Winton.

But to spell his own name is quite enough for a soldier.