"You poor child!—you can have all the dogs on the island, if you want them! Come along to the kitchen, and we'll give Rollo a tubbing. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. 1. So I dare say I was christened Jack.
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