Well, anyhow, he would go and buy some addition to his outfit. He had read books about Greenland, and he knew what to purchase. Everything must be rough and warm.
When he had made his purchases he found he had only thirty shillings remaining of all his savings.
As he was bargaining for a pair of thick mitts a gentleman entered the shop and bade the young woman who had been serving Harry a kindly good morning.
“What can I do for you to-day, Captain Hardy?” asked the woman, with a smile.
“Ah! well,” returned the captain, “I really didn’t want anything, you know. Just looked in to have a peep at your pretty face, that’s all.”
“Oh, Captain Hardy, you’re not a bit changed since you were here last season.”
“No, Miss Mitford, no; the seasons may change, but Captain Hardy—never. Well, I’ll have a couple of pairs of worsted gloves; no fingers in them, only a thumb.”
“Anything else?”
“Come, now to think of it, May-day will come before many months, and—”
“Oh, sly Captain Hardy,” said Miss Mitford, with a bit of a blush, “you want some ribbons to hang on the garland (Note 1). Now I daresay you have quite a pocketful, the gifts of other young ladies.”