“Where am I?” I feebly asked.
The knives and forks clattered on, and presently I burst out crying because they had not heard me, and I knew that I could never make them hear. Well, they heard my sobs, and a huge fellow came with his mouth full, and smelling like a pickle bottle.
“Where am I?”
“Aboard the brig Eliza, Liverpool, homeward bound; glad to see them eyes open.”
“Have I been here long?”
“Matter o’ ten days.”
“Where am I?” I feebly asked.
The knives and forks clattered on, and presently I burst out crying because they had not heard me, and I knew that I could never make them hear. Well, they heard my sobs, and a huge fellow came with his mouth full, and smelling like a pickle bottle.
“Where am I?”
“Aboard the brig Eliza, Liverpool, homeward bound; glad to see them eyes open.”
“Have I been here long?”
“Matter o’ ten days.”
