I have a thousand things to do this forenoon; one hour has passed away already, and I don't know which to do first." "Indeed! What have you to do to-day more than usual," I inquired.
"Not much out of the usual way, perhaps, Hawser.

But I must shave and change my clothes.

Although we can't go to meeting, it's well enough for a fellow to look clean and decent, at least once a week.

I must also wash a couple of shirts, make a cap out of a piece of canvas trousers, stop a leak in my pea-jacket, read a chapter in the Bible, which I promised my grandmother in Lynnfield I would do every Sunday, and bottle off an hour's sleep." "Well, then," said I, "if you have so much to do, no time is to be lost.

You had better go to work at once." "So I will," said he; "and as an hour's sleep is the most important of all, I'll make sure of that to begin with, for fear of accidents.