CHAPTER IV.
EXTRAORDINARY RESULT OF AN ATTEMPT AT AMATEUR CABLE-LAYING.
Time continued to roll additional years off his reel, and rolled out Robin and Madge in length and breadth, though we cannot say much for thickness. Time also developed their minds, and Robin gradually began to understand a little more of the nature of that subtle fluid—if we may venture so to call it—under the influence of which he had been born.
"Come, Madge," he said one day, throwing on his cap, "let us go and play at cables."
Madge, ever ready to play at anything, put on her sun-bonnet and followed her ambitious leader.
"Is it to be land-telegraphs to-day, or submarine cables?" inquired Madge, with as much gravity and earnestness as if the world's welfare depended on the decision.
"Cables, of course," answered Robin, "why, Madge, I have done with land-telegraphs now. There 's nothing more to learn about them. Cousin Sam has put me up to everything, you know.
