Mr. Davis stood gaping at her.
“If I take you back again,” repeated his wife, speaking very slowly, “are you going to behave yourself?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Davis, finding his voice at last. “Yes, if you are.”
THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA
“What I want you to do,” said Mr. George Wright, as he leaned towards the old sailor, “is to be an uncle to me.”
“Aye, aye,” said the mystified Mr. Kemp, pausing with a mug of beer midway to his lips.
“A rich uncle,” continued the young man, lowering his voice to prevent any keen ears in the next bar from acquiring useless knowledge. “An uncle from New Zealand, who is going to leave me all 'is money.”