We shall not marry, my dear, without your permission.

I have promised that already, have I not ?" THE END.
A YACHTSMAN'S YARN.
"I've knocked off the sea now for some years, but I was yachting along with all sorts of gentlemen and in all sorts of craft, from three to one hundred and twenty tons, ever since the top of my head was no higher than your knee; and as boy, man, and master, I'll allow there's no one who has seen much more than I have.

Yet, spite of that, I can recall but one extraordinary circumstance.

Daresay when I've told it you, you won't believe it; but I sha'n't be able to help that.

Truth's truth, no consequence how sing'lar its appearance may be; and so now to begin.
"No matter the port, no matter the yacht's name, no matter her owner's calling, no matter nothing.