"Do you mean," said Small Porges, in a suddenly awed voice, "that it is—your ship,—your very own?"
"Oh yes-"
"But,—do you know, Uncle Porges, you don't look as though you had a ship—for your very own, somehow."
"Don't I?"
"You see, a ship is such a very big thing for one man to have for his very own self. An' has it got masts, an' funnels, an' anchors?"
"Lots of 'em."
"Then, please, when will you take me an' Auntie Anthea sailing all over the oceans?"
"Just so soon as she is ready to come."
"Then I think I'd like to go to Nova Zembla first,—I found it in my jogafrey to-day, an' it sounds nice an' far off, doesn't it?"
"It does, Shipmate!" nodded Bellew.