"An'—there is a Money Moon, isn't there?"
"Why of course there is."
"An' you are going to marry my Auntie Anthea in the full o' the moon, aren't you?"
"Yes, my Porges."
"Why then—everything's all right again,—so let's go an' sit under the hay-stack, an' talk 'bout ships."
"But why of ships?" enquired Bellew, rising.
"'Cause I made up my mind, this morning, that I'd be a sailor when I grow up,—a mariner, you know, like Peterday, only I'd prefer to have both my legs."
"You'd find it more convenient, perhaps."
"You know all 'bout oceans, an' waves, and billows, don't you Uncle
Porges?"
"Well, I know a little."