There's nothing like owning up." "Are you not Swedish ?" asked Lucy timidly.
"I am a citizen of the world, I guess," replied Hervey with great politeness for him, "and America suits me for headquarters as well as any other nation.

I might be Swedish or Danish or a Dago for choice.
Vasa may be my name, or Hervey, or anything you like.

But I guess I'm a man all through." "And a thief!" cried Don Pedro, who had resumed his seat, but was keeping quiet with difficulty.
"Not of those emeralds," rejoined the skipper coolly: "Lord, to think of the chance I missed! Thirty years ago I could have looted them, and again the other day.

But I never knew--I never knew," cried Hervey regretfully, with his vividly blue eyes on the mummy.

"I could jes' kick myself, gentlemen, when I think of the miss." "Then you didn't steal the manuscript along with the emeralds ?" "Wal, I did," cried Hervey, turning to Archie, who had spoken, "but it was in a furren lingo, to which I didn't catch on.