“That was exactly my dream,” said Jill.
“Did you make Mr Moore and the rest walk the plank?”
“Oh no, Jack, I wouldn’t dream of anything so very dreadful. I didn’t see them anywhere about.”
“Neither did I in mine. But my dream was altogether jolly fun.”
“So was mine and—”
“Gone six bells, young gentlemen. Really if this sort o’ thing goes on, I’ll take the number o’ your hammocks, and report ye on the quarter-deck next time your aunt comes on board.”
“All right, Captain Tom, we’ll be out in five minutes.”
And up we jumped, and were speedily dressed, and on deck for our morning walk.
But we thought no more of the dream.
It went as completely out of our minds as if we had never dreamed it at all.