CHAPTER NINE.
PREPARATIONS.
"At last!" he cried.

"I began to think your eyelids were sewed up.
Dress yourself, sir; do you hear?
Do you suppose that the junior officers of the _Teaser_ are kept here on purpose to set a bad example to the men ?" "Breakfast ready ?" I said, yawning.
"Of course it is, sir.

Kidneys and fried soles done to a shade.

Fresh water-cresses, hot rolls, and all kinds of don't-you-wish-you-may-get-'ems, waiting.

I say, look at old Tanner.
Let's rouse him up." I rose slowly, and, with the customary malignity of one rudely wakened from sleep, began to feel a grim satisfaction in seeing my messmate robbed of his repose in turn.
"Cold pig ?" suggested Smith.
"No, no; don't," I said.