"No, by George!" chuckled the old fellow, mightily pleased at this tribute to his "cuteness", "you'd have to get up precious early in the morning to take me in as you know from old experience of me, Vernon! But, what the deuce are you going to Whitehall to kick your heels there for? They'll only keep you waiting an hour in that infernal waiting-room, and then tell you the Secretary's gone for the day, or some other bouncer, just to get rid of you. I know their dirty tricks-- hang 'em! What d'you want, eh?" "Well, sir, I thought I might get something in one of the dockyards," answered Dad, frankly. "I heard last night of there being an appointment vacant at Devonport, and I was going to apply for it." "Any interest, eh?" "Not a scrap, Admiral," replied my father. "All my friends are dead or out of favour with the powers that be, I'm afraid now." "Then you might as well apply for a piece of the moon," said the Admiral in his curt, dogmatic way; "and if that's all, Vernon, that is taking you to Whitehall, you had far better save your shoe leather and come back with me to the club." "Thank you very much, Admiral, but I must really say `no' again," rejoined Dad, touched by his kindly pertinacity. "I confess, sir, though, that the object of my journey to the Admiralty is not altogether on my own account personally, for I wished to introduce this youngster of mine here to the Secretary, and thought it a good thing to kill the two birds with one stone." "Humph!" growled the old Admiral. "D'you think he never saw a boy before, eh, Vernon? I'm sure there's a lump too many of the young rascals knocking about already!" Dad smiled at the quizzical look and sly wink with which this inquiry was accompanied, the Admiral twisting his head on one side as he spoke and looking just like a crested cockatoo! "No, Sir Charles, not exactly," he replied, putting his arm round my neck caressingly. "However, for all that, even so great a man as Mr Secretary might not know as good a boy as my son, Jack, here!" I tell you what, I did feel proud when Dad said that, though I could not help flushing up like a girl, and had to hold down my head to hide it. "Yes, yes, quite right, Vernon, quite right, the sentiment does you honour, and him. I'm sure, though, I meant no offence to the little chap," said the rough, old sea-dog hastily, afraid of having hurt our feelings. "But, all the same, I don't see what you want to show him to that Jack-in-office for? By George, the sight of his ugly phiz can't do any good to the youngster!"