All right,' said the lad in a cheerful
voice, and ran back into the passage.
The cheerful sailor crept forward and jibed over the foresail as Charley put the helm to starboard and we swerved to the right into the San Joaquin.
announced the cheerful sailor, after the manner of a railway conductor.
When I remember that I was once an apprentice at a pastry-cook's--when I think of the gallons of turtle-soup that this hand has stirred up in a jolly hot kitchen--and when I find myself mixing bones and hot water for soup, and turning into ice as fast as I can; if I wasn't of a cheerful
disposition I should feel inclined to grumble.
The birds sang in more cheerful
notes, and the leaves began to bud forth on the trees.
Nobody at home to keep house for me," said the clerk, with a cheerful sense of perfect freedom from all family encumbrances.
said the cheerful clerk; "but when you're in a lost corner of a place like this, what are you to do?
There it is, sir," said he, with another cheerful smack on the open volume.
On, on we flew, with changing lights upon the water, being now in the blessed region of fleecy skies; a bright sun lighting us by day, and a bright moon by night; the vane pointing directly homeward, alike the truthful index to the favouring wind and to our cheerful hearts; until at sunrise, one fair Monday morning - the twenty-seventh of June, I shall not easily forget the day - there lay before us, old Cape Clear, God bless it, showing, in the mist of early morning, like a cloud: the brightest and most welcome cloud, to us, that ever hid the face of Heaven's fallen sister - Home.
Dim speck as it was in the wide prospect, it made the sunrise a more cheerful sight, and gave to it that sort of human interest which it seems to want at sea.
You could not look upon it in its most cheerful mood without feeling that it had some extraordinary capacity of expressing terror.
said the locksmith, as he followed her, with the air of an old friend, into a little parlour where a cheerful fire was burning.
I am as cheerful
, father, as I usually am, or usually have been.
Now I say, mother, pray don't take to going there regularly, for if I was to see your good-humoured face that has always made home cheerful, turned into a grievous one, and the baby trained to look grievous too, and to call itself a young sinner (bless its heart) and a child of the devil (which is calling its dead father names); if I was to see this, and see little Jacob looking grievous likewise, I should so take it to heart that I'm sure I should go and list for a soldier, and run my head on purpose against the first cannon-ball I saw coming my way.
Can you suppose there's any harm in looking as cheerful and being as cheerful as our poor circumstances will permit?