"I s'pose the fairies come and put'em on while they was asleep.

But it's dry work walking; 'ave you got such a thing as a glass o' water you could give me ?" The other took a glass from the dresser and, ignoring the eye of his prospective father-in-law, which was glued to a comfortable-looking barrel in the corner, filled it to the brim with fair water and handed it to him.

Mr.Vickers, giving him a surly nod, took a couple of dainty sips and placed it on the table.
"It's very nice water," he said, sarcastically.
"Is it ?" said Mr.Tasker.

"We don't drink it ourselves, except in tea or coffee; the cap'n says it ain't safe." Mr.Vickers brought his eye from the barrel and glared at him.
"I s'pose, Joseph," he said, after a long pause, during which Mr.Tasker was busy making up the fire--"I s'pose Selina didn't tell you you wasn't to tell me about the money ?" "I don't know what you're driving at," said the other, confronting him angrily.

"I haven't got no money." Mr.Vickers coughed.