Jeffery Farnol

“ We’d all sail away together—wherever you wished.”
“Do you mean,” said Small Porges, in a suddenly awed voice, “that it is—your ship,—your very own?”
“Oh yes.”
“But,—do you know, Uncle Porges, you don’t look as though you had a ship—for your very own, somehow.”
“Don’t I?”
“You see, a ship is such a very big thing for one man to have for his very own self. ”

“ CHAPTER XXI Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, and the third finger of the left hand So Bellew took up the paper. The house was very quiet, for Small Porges was deep in the vexatious rules of the Multiplication Table, and something he called “Jogafrey,” Anthea was out, as usual, and Miss Priscilla was busied with her numerous household duties. Thus the brooding silence was unbroken save for the occasional murmur of a voice, the jingle of the housekeeping keys, and the quick, light tap, tap, of Miss Priscilla’s stick. ”

“ An’ she sighed a lot, an’ said she was ’fraid I didn’t care for her any more,—which was awful’ silly, you know.”
“Yes, of course!” nodded Bellew.
“An’ then she asked me why I was so fond of you, an’ I said ’cause you were my Uncle Porges that I found under a hedge. An’ then she got more angrier than ever, an’ said she wished I’d left you under the hedge—”
“Did she, my Porges?”
“Yes; she said she wished she’d never seen you, an’ she’d be awful’ glad when you’d gone away. So I told her you weren’t ever going away, an’ that we were waiting for the Money Moon to come, an’ bring us the fortune. ”