"What kind of man is he ?" Joby turned and eyed him severely.

"Look here, sonny.

I got my living to get." This silenced Taffy for a long while, but he picked up his courage again by degrees.

There was a small window at his back, and he twisted himself round, and nodded to his mother and grandmother inside the van.

He could not hear what they answered, for the sailor-boys were singing at the top of their voices: "I will sing you One, O! What is your One, O?
Number One sits all alone, and ever more shall be-e so." "They're home 'pon leave," said Joby.