"I carn't!" "I'm going to give you a new rig-out," went on the other.

"Do you know what that is, eh ?" "No, sir," again answered Dick, thinking though that the Captain perhaps meant something to eat.

"I dunno." "Well, come in here and you shall see." So saying, the old sailor led the way into the shop, where on his giving a few short, sharp, and curt directions to an attendant, Dick was taken in hand and twisted this way and that and measured; the whilom ragged runaway being in the end apparelled in a bran-new suit of navy serge that made him look like a smart young reefer, very different indeed to the ragged runaway who had forced his way into the railway-carriage frightening Bob and Nellie during their journey Portsmouth-wards from Guildford twenty-four hours before.
"There, what do you think of yourself now ?" asked the Captain, wheeling him round in front of a cheval glass so that he could see his reflection in the mirror.

"Eh, you rascal ?" Dick did not say anything; but, the look, of mingled wonder, self- satisfaction and gratitude, that overspread his speaking face more than rewarded the good-hearted sailor for his thoughtful generosity.
"He only wants his 'air cut and a pair o' decent boots, sir, and then he'll be a reg'ler tiptopper," suggested the shopman.

"I wouldn't know him now for the same chap ag'in, sir!" "Thank you, my friend, for the hint," said the Captain politely.