over his employment.

"Really," murmured the Admiral, as his eye travelled over the beach,
"anything more indelicate--Why, Miss Limpenny might be rowing this
way for anything they know. Hi, sir!"

Still grasping the tiller-lines, the Admiral stood up on the stern
seat and shouted.

At the sound Mr. Fogo raised his spectacles and blandly stared
through them at the strangers. Caleb started, turned suddenly round,
and came rushing down the beach, his right hand frantically waving
them back, his left grasping a pair of--(Oh! Miss Limpenny!)

"Hi! you must go back. Go away, I tell 'ee!" he gesticulated.

"What on--"

"Go away; no females allowed here. Off with 'ee this moment!"

"Put down those --s, sir," yelled the Admiral.

"Sarve 'ee right: no business to come: 'tes Bachelor's Hall, this,
an' us don't want no womankind trapesin' here: so keep your distance.
Go 'long!" And Caleb began to wave again.

"Sir," cried the Admiral, appealing to Mr. Fogo, "what is the meaning
of this extraordinary reception?"

"Eh? What?" said that gentleman, who apparently had fallen into a