“WHAT have you there, boys?” asked Captain Bland.
“A ship,” replied one of the lads who were passing the captain’s neat cottage.
“A ship! Let me see;” and the captain took the little vessel, and examined it with as much fondness as a child does a pretty toy. “Very fair indeed; who made it?”
“I did,” replied one of the boys.
“You, indeed! Do you mean to be a sailor, Harry?”
“I don’t know. I want father to get me into the navy.”
“As a midshipman?”
“Yes, sir.”
Captain Bland shook his head.