His father could hardly speak for laughing, and the coachman's fat sides shook till he nearly fell off the dickey.
Mr. Fielding himself bought that lobster, and the carriage drove on.
Frank looked after it with a very comical expression on his face.
Then he laughed as he turned to Fred.
"I shall have that lobster to-night for supper," ha said, "and such a wigging with it from mother, you know. Father is fond of fun. Come on, Bunko. 'A man's a man for a' that.' Lobsters, all alive O!"
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"I fink," said Toddie one morning as she stood looking at the sea with her thumb in her mouth, "I fink, Fled, it will blow a ten-knot bleeze to-day."
"Yes," said Fred, with a glance at the sky as if he had been a hundred-years-old fisherman, "it may blow a ten-knot breeze, but bless you, Tod, we haven't got the press of canvas to carry us anything like ten knots."
"No, oo's twite light [right], Fled, we tan't do it. We tould tally more tanvas too."
"Now, Tod, don't put on airs. Skip. Frank'll be here in a minute."