You never can tell how she'll head, you see.

She's full one minute, and round upon you next.

And when she in a tartar,' said the Captain, with the perspiration breaking out upon his forehead.

There was nothing but a whistle emphatic enough for the conclusion of the sentence, so the Captain whistled tremulously.

After which he again shook his head, and recurring to his admiration of Miss Nipper's devoted bravery, timidly repeated, 'Would you, do you think, my dear ?' Susan only replied with a bridling smile, but that was so very full of defiance, that there is no knowing how long Captain Cuttle might have stood entranced in its contemplation, if Florence in her anxiety had not again proposed their immediately resorting to the oracular Bunsby.