. Master Rockafellar's voyage . tion to his kissing me now ;in fact, I may say that I kissed him. The over-strained sense of manliness in me was gone. I wasa young sailor with a full heart, and there weretears both in my fathers and my own eyes as hedrew away from me, after our first hug, to have agood look at me. The picture of health!—gracious, how sun-burnt !—grown a whole foot, I do declare !—mygoodness, Tommy, what shoulders ! This, and the like, was all he could say for sometime. I asked after my mother, my sisters, mylittle brother. Thank God, they were all well, andeagerly awaiting my
. Master Rockafellar's voyage . tion to his kissing me now ;in fact, I may say that I kissed him. The over-strained sense of manliness in me was gone. I wasa young sailor with a full heart, and there weretears both in my fathers and my own eyes as hedrew away from me, after our first hug, to have agood look at me. The picture of health!—gracious, how sun-burnt !—grown a whole foot, I do declare !—mygoodness, Tommy, what shoulders ! This, and the like, was all he could say for sometime. I asked after my mother, my sisters, mylittle brother. Thank God, they were all well, andeagerly awaiting my arrival at home. I have ordered a jolly good dinner at theBrunswick Hotel, said my father ; let us go andpartake of it, my son. But first you will say good-bye to the officers and your shipmates. The captain was not to be seen. Mr. Johnsonshook me cordially by the hand and assured myfather that I had the making of a sailor in the midshipmen had hurried ashore with theexception of Kennet, who was below, sitting on a. ea■< < QU HE ARRIVES HOME. 271 chest smoking his pipe when I descended to sayfarewell to such of the lads as I could find in thecabin. He pretended to weep as he squeezed myhand. I said, Kennet, are you not going ashore ? Yeth, he said ; «but I muth finith my pipefirtht. Kennet, I said, come and dine with my fatherand me. He has ordered a good dinner to be inreadiness for us at the Brunswick Hotel. He threw down the sooty clay pipe he had beensmoking and jumped up. Rockafellar, he said, I alwayth thaid youwere a brick ! A little later, my father, Kennet, and myselfwere seated at a table, white with damask andsparkling with glass, in a window overlooking theDocks. Oh! the excellence of the roast beef!Oh! the sweetness of the cauliflower with itsmelted butter! Oh ! the incomparable flavour ofthe mealy potatoes! Ithth the change from thalt horthe, thir, thatmaketh it nithe, said Kennet, with his mouthfull. And so ended Master Rockafellars
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