something.--There's a spade, Jack; very useful to dig on the beach; you
may find something--money, perhaps--who knows? Take the spade, Jack, and
then you'll owe me sixpence.--So Bill Freeman pawned his wife's best
gown last Saturday night. I thought it would be so. He may say it's
because he's caught no fish this bad weather. But I know more than
people think.--Here's a nice glass bottle, Jack, wouldn't you like to
give it to your mother, to put pickles in? it's white glass, you see.
Look about, Jack; there's plenty of pretty things, you see.--So the
Governor's daughter's going to be married; at least I suppose so, for I
met her riding with a young gentleman; and nowadays the quality always
make love on horseback.--Well, Jack, have you found anything?"

"No, mother, I haven't; and I must have my shilling or go. Unless,
indeed, you're inclined to help me to what I want, and then I'll give
you the rope for nothing."

"Give me the rope for nothing!" replied old Nanny. "Sit down, Jack, and
let me know what it is you want."

I thought it was of little use to make the application, but I determined
to try; so I explained my wishes.

"Humph!" said she, after a minute's thought, "so you want thirty-three
shillings to buy clothes--to go to church in. Your mother dresses your
sister in spotted muslin and leaves you in rags; suppose you wait till
your father comes home again?"

"That may not be for years."

"Why, Jack, I don't go to church--I am too old--too poor to dress myself