Never was there such economy.

They refused to buy anything more from the slopchest.

Old rags had to last, and they sewed patch upon patch, turning out what are called "homeward-bound patches" of the most amazing proportions.

They saved on matches, even, waiting till two or three were ready to light their pipes from the same match.
As we sailed up the San Francisco water-front, the moment the port doctors passed us, the boarding-house runners were alongside in whitehall boats.

They swarmed on board, each drumming for his own boarding-house, and each with a bottle of free whisky inside his shirt.