"Werry good, sir," said the groom, with an air of resignation

"Werry good, sir," said the groom, with an air of resignation. His
contempt for maps and their unintelligibility was deep-rooted, but if his
young master thought he could locate a river with one, he would keep an
open mind on the subject until it had, at least, been given a fair trial.

At breakfast that morning we were served for the first time with the

native dish of 'Poi,' a pink-colored mush that, to be appreciated, must
be eaten in the native manner, the people to the manner born plunging a
forefinger into the dish, giving it a peculiar twist that causes it to
cling, and then depositing it between the lips, where the 'Poi' remains
and the finger is again ready to seek the dish
At breakfast that morning we were served for the first time with the
native dish of 'Poi,' a pink-colored mush that, to be appreciated, must
be eaten in the native manner, the people to the manner born plunging a
forefinger into the dish, giving it a peculiar twist that causes it to
cling, and then depositing it between the lips, where the 'Poi' remains
and the finger is again ready to seek the dish. In eating in such a
fashion Frank Flint would have had away the best of it, and, as it was,
I noticed both then and afterward that men like Williamson, Ward and
others, who boasted of a base-ball finger, managed to get away with
something more than their share of the delicacy.

Rollo and Lucy hesitated a little, but they concluded to take their

mother"s advice at last, and went to Rollo"s little library, and chose a
book, and then went down to the back entry, and sat down there, on a
long cricket, and began to read
Rollo and Lucy hesitated a little, but they concluded to take their
mother"s advice at last, and went to Rollo"s little library, and chose a
book, and then went down to the back entry, and sat down there, on a
long cricket, and began to read.

She took his proffered hand, and then, obeying an impulse, stooped and

pressed her burning cheek against it
She took his proffered hand, and then, obeying an impulse, stooped and
pressed her burning cheek against it. "Good-night, Horace," she said
softly. "I hope you"ll come back safe to be a fine husband for some nice
girl."