Just across the room stood a perfect duplicate of himself.

The round head, with its bald top and scraggly whiskers, the sailor cap and shirt, the wide pantaloons, even the wooden leg, each and every one were exact copies of those owned by Cap'n Bill.
Even the expression in the light-blue eyes was the same, and it is no wonder the old sailor stared at his "double" in amazement.

But the next minute he laughed and said, "Why, Trot, it's ME reflected in a mirror.

But at first I thought it was someone else." Trot was staring, too.

"Look, Cap'n!" she whispered.