"It's the Cap'en, God bless him, mum, as made me for to look so foine that my own mother wouldn't know me, leastways nobody else--thanks be to the Cap'en, mum." "Pooh, pooh, there's nothing to make a fuss about," interposed the old sailor, anxious to let these personalities be dropped, being very shy of any of his good actions being noticed.

"The boy's all right.

He has only changed his rig, that's all, the same as you put on a new dress on going out walking, ma'am." "That's a nice thing to say of an economical person like me, sir!" said Mrs Gilmour, shaking her parasol at him in jocular anger.

"One would think I was one of those fine ladies who have a new dress every day in the week, and milliners' bills as long as your old malacca cane." "Well, well, I apologise, ma'am, for I know better than that, as you are far too sensible a woman to spend all your money on finery," said the Captain, with a low bow.

"But where are we going to now, for I see you are dressed for walking ?" "Down to the sea, of course," she replied.