But in another moment her enthusiasm received a check.

Where was there any linen to write on?
"Yes," she said, "if you can find some linen.

You have got on a flannel shirt, so have the two sailors, and little Dick is dressed in flannel, too." It was a fact.

As it happened, not one of the party had a scrap of linen on them, or anything that would answer the purpose.

Indeed, they had only one pocket-handkerchief between them, and it was a red rag full of holes.
Augusta had had one, but it had blown overboard when they were in the boat.