both hands (and uncle Rik's grasp was no joke), "you 're goin' in for batteries—galvanic batteries an' wires, are you? Well, lad, I always thought you more or less of a fool, but I never thought you such a born idiot as that comes to."
"Yes, uncle," said Robin, with a pleasant laugh, for he was used to the old captain's plain language, "I 'm going to be an electrician."
"Bah! pooh!—an electrician!" exclaimed uncle Rik with vehemence, "as well set up for a magician at once."
"Indeed he won't be far short of that," said Mrs. Wright, who was seated at the tea-table with her husband and Madge—"at least," she added, "if all be true that we hear of this wonderful science."
"If only half of it be true," interjected Mr. Wright.
"But it ain't true," said Captain Rik firmly. "They talk a deal of stuff about it, more than nine-tenths of which is lies—pure fable. I don't believe in electricity; more than that, I don't believe in steam. Batteries and boilers are both bosh!"
"But, uncle, you can't deny that they exist," said Robin
"Of course not," replied the captain. "I know as well as you do—maybe better—that there 's a heap o' telegraph-wires rove about the world like
