A BAD SAILOR.
A LITTLE boy was going from Auckland to Wellington by steamer. By the time they reached Gisborne he was verytired of the boat. When the steamer had left Napier he was very cross, and hard to please. ‘ Don’t you want to go downstairs and take a nap ?’ asked his mother, gently. ‘Been asleep once to-day,’ said he, crossly. ‘Sick of sleeping.’ ‘ Run over to those little girls, then, and see them cut out paper dolls.’ ‘ Oh, I’m sick of girls and dolls !’ ‘ There is a sailor splicing a rope. Why don’t yon go and watch him ?’ ‘ Sick of it.’ ‘ Well, it seems to me you’re tired of everything on board.’
‘ Yes, I am, mamma ! I’ve got every kind of sick but seasick, and the only reason I’m not tired of you is that I used to know you when we were on dry land !’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 13, 26 March 1892, Page 311
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147A BAD SAILOR. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 13, 26 March 1892, Page 311
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