"Why shouldn't I buy treacle?" said the boy.
"How much do you want?"
"As much as you've got."
"I've got nothing to put it in," grumbled the man.
"Put it in my hat," insisted the midshipman, proffering that receptacle. It was a tall hat, for he was in mufti.
The vender of treacle reluctantly filled the hat with treacle.
"What are you going to do with it?" he asked again.
"I'll show you," returned the midshipman; and he swiftly clapped the hat over the other's head, and jammed it down.