One thing only was certain--he had never before met a human being exactly like this specimen.
It was half past twelve before there were signs of life in the bedroom.
Seth was setting the table for dinner, when the door of the room opened a little way, and a voice said: "I say, are you there ?" "I be.

What do you want ?" "Would you mind telling me what you've done with my clothes ?" "Not a bit.

I've got 'em out on the line, and they ain't dry yet.

If you'll look on the chair by the sou'west window you'll find a rig-out of mine.

I'm afraid 'twill fit you too quick--you're such an elephant--but I'll risk it if you will." Apparently the stranger was willing to risk it, for in a few moments he appeared, dressed in the Atkins Sunday suit of blue cloth, and with Seth's pet carpet slippers on his feet.
"Hello!" was the lightkeeper's greeting.