“Yes, I do,” replied Joey; “good night.”
Mrs Chopper left the room. Joey threw open the window—for he was almost suffocated—undressed himself, put out the light, and, when he had said his prayers, his thoughts naturally reverted to the little Emma who had knelt with him on the road-side.
Chapter Twenty Three.
In which our Hero goes on Duty.
At five o’clock the next morning Joey was called up by Mrs Chopper; the waterman was in attendance, and, with the aid of Joey, carried down the various articles into the boat. When all was ready, Mrs Chopper and Joey sat down to their breakfast, which consisted of tea, bread and butter, and red herrings; and, as soon as it was finished, they embarked, and the boat shoved off.
“Well, Mrs Chopper,” said the waterman, “so I perceive you’ve got a new hand.”
“Yes,” replied Mrs Chopper; “don’t you think he’s the moral of poor Peter?”
“Well, I don’t know; but there is a something about the cut of his jib which reminds me of him, now you mention it. Peter was a good boy.”