Caldigate declared that, with all his ambition to be a miner, he must have a change of shirts.

Then Mick pointed to the swag.

Couldn't he put another shirt into the swag?
It was at last settled that one portmanteau should be sent by the coach, and one left in the charge of Mrs.Henniker.

'Them sort of traps ain't never any good, in my mind,' said Mick.

'It's unmanly, having all them togs.