“Yes, sir, that is all the money I have left,” Kit answered. Then he began on his vest. From the upper pocket on the left-hand side he took a toothbrush, and a pocket comb fastened to the back of a small mirror. In a lower pocket, on one side, he had four collar buttons; and on the other side a card with his name and home address written upon it, prepared by his mother, as he explained, in case anything should happen to him.
Then he began to empty the pockets of his coat. From the breast pocket he took his handkerchief, and two clean handkerchiefs, folded, that were beneath it.
From one of the lower pockets he took a morning newspaper, with several of the advertisements marked with pencil. Then he put his hand up to the inside breast pocket, but paused.
“Well, go on,” said the Captain.
With a little hesitation Kit took from the pocket two clean collars, folded in the middle, and laid them on the table. Then a little pocket testament with gilt edges. Then a letter that had been opened, addressed to “Mr. Christopher Silburn, General Post Office, New York.”
“That’s all, sir,” he said.
“Where do you carry your matches?” the Captain asked.
“I don’t carry any matches, sir,” Kit answered.
“Nor cigarettes?”
“No, sir, I never smoke.”