"Fish worms, fishhooks, fishlines, bootjack, boot-blacking, and rifle, to say nothing of the dogs--and me!" The last was said in a tone as if the "me" were the most objectionable part of the whole, as, indeed, Hugh thought it was.
"I wonder how I do look to persons wholly unprejudiced!" Hugh said, and turning to Muggins he asked what she thought of him.
"I thinks you berry nice.

I likes you berry much," the child replied, and Hugh continued: "Yes; but how do I look, I mean?
What do I look like, a dandy or a scarecrow ?" Muggins regarded him for a moment curiously, and then replied: "I'se dunno what kind of thing that dandy is, but I 'members dat yer scarecrow what Claib make out of mas'r's trouse's and coat, an' put up in de cherry tree.

I thinks da look like Mas'r Hugh--yes, very much like!" Hugh laughed long and loud, pinching Mug's dusky cheek, and bidding her run away.
"Pretty good," he exclaimed, when he was left alone, "That's Mug's opinion.

Look like a scarecrow.

I mean to see for myself," and going into the sitting-room, where the largest mirror was hung, he scanned curiously the figure which met his view, even taking a smaller glass, and holding it so as to get a sight of his back.