The young man seemed a bit troubled.
"Just a minute," he observed.

"Don't you think I had better move to a less conspicuous apartment?
The door is open, and if any of your neighbors should happen by--any ladies, for instance, I--" "Ladies!" Mr.Atkins regarded him frowningly.

"In the fust place, there ain't a neighbor nigher'n four miles; and, in the next, I'd have you understand no women come to this house.

If you knew me better, young feller, you'd know that.

Set where you be." The nightshirt was one of the lightkeeper's own, and, although Seth was a good-sized man, it fitted the castaway almost too tightly for comfort.
However, it was dry and warm and, by leaving a button or two unfastened at the neck, answered the purpose well enough.