We didn't bargain for a thing like that sprouting up in a back-garden." "I'm very sorry," said the captain.
"I wish you'd told me of it before.

If I catch you up there again," he cried, shaking his fist at Mr.Tasker, "you'll remember it.

Come down!" Mr.Tasker, placing the glass under his arm, came slowly and reluctantly down the ratlines.
"I wasn't looking in at the window, Mr.Chalk," he said, earnestly.

"I was watching the birds.

O' course, I couldn't help seeing in a bit, but I always shifted the spy-glass at once if there was anything that I thought I oughtn't--" "That'll do," broke in the captain, hastily.