"They keep much more out at sea, and you ought not to meet any of them." "Truly," replied Mrs.Weldon.

"Well, Dick, have you still some question to ask Mr.Harris ?" "A single one, Mrs.Weldon," replied the novice, who experienced some difficulty in giving up.

"I shall ask Mr.Harris in what port he thinks we shall be able to find a ship to bring us back to San Francisco ?" "Faith, my young friend, I could not tell you," replied the American.
"All that I know is, that at the Farm of San Felice we will furnish you with the means of gaining the town of Atacama, and from there----" "Mr.Harris," then said Mrs.Weldon, "do not believe that Dick Sand hesitates to accept your offers." "No, Mrs.Weldon, no; surely I do not hesitate," replied the young novice; "but I cannot help regretting not being stranded a few degrees farther north or farther south.

We should have been in proximity to a port, and that circumstance, in facilitating our return to our country, would prevent us from taxing Mr.Harris's good will." "Do not fear imposing upon me, Mrs.Weldon," returned Harris.

"I repeat to you that too rarely have I occasion to find myself again in the presence of my compatriots.