Boxer, shortly.
"I gin'rally am," was the reply; "there's very few people can take me
in."
She sniffed again.
"Were the natives kind to you?" inquired Mrs. Boxer, hastily, as she
turned to her husband.
"Very kind," said the latter. "Ah! you ought to have seen that island.
Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the
picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in
the sea."
"Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
"Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law. "This was an island--one o' the
little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
"What did you say the name o' the schooner was?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
"_Pearl,_" replied Mr. Boxer, with the air of a resentful witness under
cross-examination.
"And what was the name o' the captin?" said Mrs. Gimpson.
"Thomas--Henery--Walter--Smith," said Mr. Boxer, with somewhat unpleasant
emphasis.
"An' the mate's name?"
"John Brown," was the reply.
"Common names," commented Mrs. Gimpson, "very common. But I knew you'd
come back all right--I never 'ad no alarm.
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