`` You 'd better hoist that fan for a sail . '' `` Lend Dandy your umbrella ; he hates to burn his pretty nose . '' `` I say , uncle , are you going to have a Feast of Lanterns ? '' `` No , I 'm going to have a feast of bread and butter , for it 's tea-time . If that black cloud does n't lie , we shall have a gust before long , so you had better get home as soon as you can , or your mother will be anxious , Archie . '' `` Ay , ay , skipper . Good-night , Rose ; come out often , and we 'll teach you all there is to know about rowing , '' was Charlie 's modest invitation . Then the boats parted company , and across the water from the `` Petrel 's '' crew came a verse from one of the Nonsense songs in which the boys delighted . `` Oh , Timballoo ! how happy we are , We live in a sieve and a crockery jar ! And all night long , in the starlight pale , We sail away , with a pea-green sail , And whistle and warble a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong . Far and few , far and few Are the lands where the Jumblies live ; Their heads are green , and their hands are blue , And they went to sea in a sieve . '' Chapter 8 -- And what came of it `` Uncle , could you lend me a ninepence ? I 'll return it as soon as I get my pocket-money , '' said Rose , coming into the library in a great hurry that evening . `` I think I could , and I wo n't charge any interest for it , so you need not be in any hurry to repay me . Come back here and help me settle these books if you have nothing pleasanter to do , '' answered Dr. Alec , handing out the money with that readiness which is so delightful when we ask small loans . `` I 'll come in a minute ; I 've been longing to fix my books , but did n't dare to touch them , because you always shake your head when I read . '' `` I shall shake my head when you write , if you do n't do it better than you did in making out this catalogue . '' `` I know it 's bad , but I was in a hurry when I did it , and I am in one now . '' And away went Rose , glad to escape a lecture .
But she got it when she came back , for Uncle XXXXX was still knitting his brows over the list of books , and sternly demanded , pointing to a tipsy-looking title staggering down the page , `` Is that meant for ` Pulverized Bones , ' ma'am ? ''
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