ll, sir."

"Oh, indeed! Then I'm sure I beg your pardon," said the old gentleman
very politely, drawing in his legs, so as to leave the road clear. "I
don't see, though, what the young rascal has got to laugh at in that
way, like a regular young yahoo."

"Please, sir, pray excuse him," pleaded Nellie on behalf of Bob. "It is
only a way he has got. He cannot help laughing for the life of him when
the fit is on. He really does not mean to be rude, sir, I assure you."

"Doesn't he?" repeated the old gentleman, smiling in a knowing fashion
as if he knew all about it. "Then, he's very unlike all the boys I have
come across in my time; and they've been a goodish few, missy! But,
there, get along with you both, and look out of the window to your
heart's content. Take care, though, that neither you nor that young
jackanapes don't manage to tumble out on the line, for I can't pick you
up from here!"

Bob and Nellie took advantage at once of the permission granted them;
but, soon, becoming tired of the monotonous sameness of the ever-
whirling landscape, turned back within the railway-carriage, and,
sitting down like ordinary and regular travellers accustomed by this
time to all the sights and scenes of the road, the pair were presently
engaged in earnest and confidential conversation with the now extremely
affable, old gentleman.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, breaking the ice on seeing the pair at last quiet.
"So, your name is Strong, eh?"

"Yes, sir," answered Bob, acting as spokesman. "Father is a barrister,
and he cannot get away from London yet for his holiday like us; and, of
course, sir, my mother couldn't leave him alone, you know--"

"No, of course not," agreed the old gentleman, "of course not."

"So, then," continued Bob, "they sent us on first; and we're going to
the seaside, where we've never been before! Isn't it jolly?"

"Very jolly," responded the old gentleman smiling. "I wish I were as
young as you are to enjoy it all over again, in spite of my having seen
enough of the sea in my time."

"Are you a sailor, sir?" asked Nellie, chiming in. "I mean a sailor
officer, sir, you know?"

"Yes, an old one, put on the shelf after fighting the battles of my
country for many a long year!" said the old gentleman, with a deep sigh
that almost made the carriage shake. He then extracted a silver snuff-
box from his waistcoat-pocket; and taking a pinch, which seemed to
relieve his feelings, added, as if to chang