"Where are you going?" asked one boy of another.
"To Scotland," was the answer.
"Scotland! I thought you were going to Europe. We are."
"Well, Scotland's in Europe, isn't it? I suppose you mean the Continent," which was exactly what he did mean, although he did not know it.
Four days out, and the steamer was feeling her way through a fog so thick that the whistle was obliged to do nearly all of the work on board.
"We are just getting off the Banks," the Captain said, in answer to a question from a young lady.
"The Banks?" she repeated, in a puzzled tone.
"Yes; Newfoundland."
She was more mystified than ever. "Why, Newfoundland is on the coast, and we have been out four days."
The Captain laughed, and passed on.