"You see, cobbler's wax, or whatever it is, sticks to what little down there is on your cheeks and chin, and I don't wonder that it hurts horribly, pulling it off.

If you had shaved first, you would not have felt any of that." "I will remember that, Father, if I ever have to disguise myself again," Dick said.

"I feel as if I were pulling the whole skin off my face." The painful task was at last finished.
"I shall be glad to have a look at you in the morning, Dick," his father said, "so as to see what you are really like; of which I have not the least idea, at present.

You must feel a deal more comfortable, now that you have got rid of the rope." "I am, indeed.

I am sure Surajah must be quite as much pleased at leaving his padding behind." They stopped half a mile from the town, which was a place of considerable size.