He examined it slowly and thrust it out of sight.
Then he went back to her, after donning his stockings and boots, now thoroughly dry.
"Are you ready now, Miss Deane ?" he sang out cheerily.
"Ready?
I have been waiting for you." Jenks chuckled quietly.

"I must guard my tongue: it betrays me," he said to himself.
Iris joined him.

By some mysterious means she had effected great improvement in her appearance.

Yet there were manifest gaps.
"If only I had a needle and thread--" she began.
"If that is all," said the sailor, fumbling in his pockets.

He produced a shabby little hussif, containing a thimble, scissors, needles and some skeins of unbleached thread.