“Guy Fawkes! Oh, I say, Master Jack, don’t be hard on a fellow.”
“You look ridiculous.”
“I say, sir! Why, they fit lovely, all but this pith helmet, as is two sizes too large, and reg’larly puts one out. These came home late last night. Just the thing, ain’t they?”
“Go down and take them off, and bring me my hot water, and clothes and boots.”
“Why, they ain’t cleaned yet, sir, and the kitchen fire ain’t alight. There’s no hot water neither. You don’t mean to get up now?”
Jack looked undecided, and ended by getting back into bed.
“I thought it was late,” he said, in a somewhat apologetic tone.
“Not it, sir—extra early, sir. I say, Master Jack, this is a topper, isn’t it?” said the man, taking off the helmet. “A’most do for an umbrella in a big shower.”
“Preposterous!”
“Think so, sir. Oh, I don’t know what sort o’ thing people wear in hot climates. But I have got a rig-out, sir, and a waterproof bag, a bullock trunk, and I dunno what all—most as many things as you have.”