"I'm not a clairvoyant, or whatever else you call those people who pretend to read other people's thoughts." "Sure, then, I'll tell you," she said, laughing at his quaint manner, "I'm going to see Mrs Craddock." "I'm just as much in the dark as ever," he retorted.

"Who the dickens is the woman, eh ?" Nell saved her aunt the trouble of answering.
"Why, don't you remember the old lady at the station whom Rover tumbled down and broke her eggs ?" she cried out eagerly.

"You must recollect, for you sent her some port wine for her poor daughter, which auntie and I took the second time we went to see her .-- You must remember her!" "Ah, yes, I remember now," said the Captain, scratching his head reflectively.

"So that's her name, eh--Craddock, Craddock.

Where have I heard it before?
By Jove, I've got it now! Why, ma'am, there was a Craddock who was boatswain of the old _Bucephalus_ on the West Coast." "What!" cried Mrs Gilmour.