He didn't offer him the three cents, but came away promptly, and put the piece of tallow back in the bucket.

He didn't get any comfort from me.
"Haven't you got any better sense," I said to him, "than to go, with your nonsense, to the first officer at such a time as this?
I never saw such a boy!" "But the soap _is_ better than the tallow," said Rectus.

"It's finer and whiter, and would take up the sand better." "No, it wouldn't," I growled at him; "the water would wash it out in half a minute.

You needn't be trying to tell anybody on this ship what they ought to do." "But supposing----" said he.
"No," I exclaimed, in a way that made him jump, "there's no supposing about it.

If you know their business better than they do, why, just let it stand that way.