CHAPTER VI.
Puzzled with very common words--Mrs Trotter takes care of my wardrobe--A matrimonial duet, ending _con strepito_.
I awoke the next morning at daylight with a noise over my head which sounded like thunder; I found it proceeded from holystoning and washing down the main-deck.

I was very much refreshed nevertheless, and did not feel the least sick or giddy.

Mr Trotter, who had been up at four o'clock, came down, and directed one of the marines to fetch me some water.

I washed myself on my chest, and then went on the main-deck, which they were swabbing dry.

Standing by the sentry at the cabin-door, I met one of the midshipmen with whom I had been in company at the Blue Posts.
"So, Master Simple, old Trotter and his faggot of a wife have got hold of you--have they ?" said he.