'Want a looking-glass?' said Abraham, handing me a lump of marine soap as he spoke.
'Thank you,' said I.
'And here's a comb,' said he, producing out of his trousers pocket a knife-shaped affair that he opened into a large brass comb. 'Anything more?'
'What more have you?' said I.
'Nothen, saving a razor,' said he.
This I did not require. I carried the bucket and the little bundle of unexpected conveniences to the hatch, and called to Helga.
'Here am I, rich in spoils,' said I softly. 'These boatmen are complete dandies. Here is soap, here are towels, here is a looking-glass, and here is a comb,' and having handed her these things I made my way aft again.
'We han't asked your name yet, sir,' said Abraham, who was at the tiller again, while the other two were busy at the stove getting the breakfast.
'Hugh Tregarthen,' said I.
'Thank ye,' said he; 'and the lady?'