Janet, having therefore leisure, proceeded at once with joy to the construction of a garment she had been devising for him.

The design was simple, and its execution easy.

Taking a blue winsey petticoat of her own, drawing it in round his waist, and tying it over the chemise which was his only garment, she found, as she had expected, that its hem reached his feet: she partly divided it up the middle, before and behind, and had but to backstitch two short seams, and there was a pair of sailor-like trousers, as tidy as comfortable! Gibbie was delighted with them.

True, they had no pockets, but then he had nothing to put in pockets, and one might come to think of that as an advantage.

Gibbie indeed had never had pockets, for the pockets of the garments he had had were always worn out before they reached him.