"Did you have a good time, captain?" I asked.
"A good time!" exclaimed Captain Bob. "It was the jolliest time I ever had. You should have seen me pull in the fish."
After this adventure, Captain Bob was more of a hero than ever among the people of the hotel.
Emily Carter.
"PAPA CAN'T FIND ME."
No little steps do I hear in the hall;
Only a sweet silver laugh, that is all.
No dimpled arms round my neck hold me tight;
I've but a glimpse of two eyes very bright.
Two little hands a wee face try to screen:
Baby is hiding, that's plain to be seen.
"Where is my precious I've missed so all day?"
"Papa can't find me!" the pretty lips say.
"Dear me! I wonder where baby can be!"
Then I go by, and pretend not to see.
"Not in the parlor, and not on the stairs?
Then I must peep under sofas and chairs."
The dear little rogue is now laughing outright,
Two little arms round my neck clasp me tight.
Home will indeed be sad, weary, and lone,
When papa can't find you, my darling, my own.