I forget what the other was, but I remember it startled me at the time.

You are a wit, and you will cut out that manikin or you are no son of mine." "Don't say that, father," said Walter; "and cutting out, why, that's a naval operation, not military.

I am not the son of an admiral." "No equivocation, sir; the forces assist one another at a pinch." "How can I cut him out ?--there's no room, he is tied to her apron strings." "Untie him, then." At this moment, whether because Hope attracted everybody in the course of the day, or because talking about people draws them to the place by some subtle agency, who should appear in sight but Miss Julia Clifford, and little Fitzroy wooing her so closely that really he did seem tied to her apron strings.
"There," said Walter, "now use your eyes, father; look at this amorous pair.

Do you really think it possible for a fellow to untie those two ?" "Quite possible," said the Colonel.

"Walter," said he, sententiously, "there's a little word in the English language which is one of the biggest.