We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas; Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England

Our interest in the thing is all lackadaisical, a kind of bun-fight of pet notions. There's no real steam.

Lissy thought for a moment, and then said, in a cheering voice, Come, come, get up; it's never no use at all to be kneeling there. Don't be in sich a fantigue, don't! Get up, and hear what I has to say.

The threat the most radical of them pose is evidently far greater at home than abroad.