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"If you will undertake to be his guide and instructor, he is yours, Willis." "What shall I call him?" "Jocko." "It shall go hard with me if I do not make a gentleman of him in a month's time." "I should like," said Frank, "if you could convert him into a tiger." "A tiger?" "Yes, we want a footman in livery to fetch Mrs. Wolston's carriage next time she calls for it."

All the family had sat down to breakfast, when Fritz and Jack, taking him by the hands, led him gravely into the gallery. A cord was attached to his legs, allowing him to walk, but was so arranged that he could not run. On his appearance the young girls fled at once; and, more accustomed to drawing-rooms than the rude realities of savage life, Mrs. Wolston's first impulse was to do the same.

"And what if we refuse?" said Mrs. Wolston. "If you refuse, Mrs. Wolston, there is only one other course to adopt." "And what is that, Master Frank?" "Why, simply this," and rising, he cried out lustily, "John, call Mrs. Wolston's carriage." "Ah, to such an argument as that, there can be no reply; so I see you must be permitted to do what you like with us."

As if to illustrate this position, and prove his title to the place awarded him, the chimpanzee quietly laid hold of Mr. Wolston's straw hat and stuck it on his crispy head. "He is, perhaps, afraid of catching cold," said Jack, thrusting a mat under his feet. "Compare birds with quadrupeds," continued Mr. Wolston, "and you will find analogies at every step.

It may readily be supposed that Ernest's Latin was not of much service in these operations, for even Wolston's mechanical skill was sorely tried in elaborating the design.

Breakfast was spread a few paces from Mr. Wolston's bed, whom the two young girls were tending with anxious solicitude, and whose sickness was almost enviable, so many were the cares lavished upon him. "You are wrong, Mrs. Becker," said Mrs. Wolston, "to make yourself uneasy, the sea has become as smooth as a mirror since their departure." "Ah, yes, I know that, my dear Mrs.

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