Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.

of Midshi

Abroad

er explains how

edly whilst we were on leave and s

es", and I do believe that he would almost have forgotten what his real name actually was if it had not been engraved on

t as full-blown midshipmen, too, which was all due to luck-and

ugh he did not mind us doing so in the least, it was rather awkward whilst we were

oth just a little nervous-Toddles did call him Colonel Mellins when we wished him "Good-night", an

king everybody, when Mellins suddenly burst in with a pillow he had screwed up jolly hard, and nearly banged us out of the window. By the time we had driven

t the increase of piracy on the Chinese coast, and how some Chinese merchants had clu

les's father had taken part in a great number of scraps with the Cantonese pirat

truck us that we might possibly get a look in, till one morning a letter came for me from Cousin Milly,

ted to go she thought she could get me appointed to the squadron,

she was a "perfect ripper". I ended up by saying that "Mr. Arthur Bouchier Christie, mi

r names just to show that they had also passed out of the Britannia. near the top of the list, a

sent me a postcard: "Hope to m

about for the postman, and even went down to the village p

it! The very next morning our a

where stowed away ev

have been placed on half-pay and lent to the I

paper in our excitement as we read, in very small print and among a lot of other name

ere simply mad with delight; but I do remember that when I rushed

hen I wished him good-bye. I think something must have got into my eye too, a fly, probably, but it wasn't there when the train ran into Portsmouth Ha

these things came about, or you wi