I say, though, we must have old Ching too.

You see if he don't come out in his new gown!" "What new gown ?" I said.
"Hallo! didn't you know?
He went ashore yesterday and bought himself a new blue coat.

Not a cotton one, but silk, real silk, my boy, and beckoned me to come and see it,--beckoned with one of his long claws.
He's letting his fingernails grow now, and getting to be quite a swell." "Oh yes; old Ching's getting quite the gentleman.

He says he wrote home to his broker to sell the fancee shop.

What do you think he said, Gnat ?" "How should I know ?" I replied.
"That it wasn't proper for a gentleman in Queen Victolia's service to keep a fancee shop." "Murder! Look at that!" cried Smith.