Even Shuffles hardly knew himself in his new dress.
The frock had a broad rolling collar, in each corner of which was worked an anchor in white.

The black silk neck-handkerchief was worn under the collar, and not many of the boys had acquired the art of tying the regular sailor's knot.

Boatswain Peaks not only stood up as a model for them, but he adjusted the "neck gear" for many of them.

Bitts, the carpenter, and Leech, the sailmaker, who were also old sailors, cheerfully rendered a valet's assistance to such as needed help.
Agreeably to the directions of Mr.Lowington, the shore suits of the students were done up in bundles, each marked with the owner's name, and the head steward took them to Mr.Lowington's house for storage.
Rigged out in their "sea togs," the students began to feel salt, as well as to look salt.

Some of them tried to imitate the rolling gait of the boatswain when they walked, and some of them began to exhibit an alarming tendency to indulge in sea slang.
"There, my hearty, you look like a sailor now," said Peaks, when he had rolled over the collar and tied the square knot in the handkerchief of Wilton.
"Shiver my timbers, but I feel like one," laughed the embryo seaman.
"What's that, young gentleman ?" demanded Mr.Lowington, who happened to be within hearing; "what did you say ?" "I said I felt like a sailor, sir." "What was the expression you used ?" "I only said shiver my timbers, sir." "You stole that expression from a yellow-covered novel.