is our hero consented, and thus was the bargain concluded
without Joey having parted with any of his small stock of ready money.
No one who had only seen him dressed as when he quitted the school,
would have easily recognised Joey in his new attire. Joey sallied forth
from the shop with his bundle under his arm, intending to look out for a
breakfast, for he was very hungry. Turning his head right and left to
discover some notice of where provender might be obtained, he observed
the sailor lad, who had been in the shop when he went in, with his new
purchase under his arm, looking very earnestly at some prints in a shop
window. Joey ranged up alongside of him, and inquired of him where he
could get something to eat; the lad turned round, stared, and, after a
little while, cried, "Well, now, you're the young gentleman chap that
came into the shop; I say aren't you after a rig, eh? Given them leg
bail, I'll swear. No consarn of mine, old fellow. Come along, I'll
show you."

Joey walked by his new acquaintance a few yards, when the lad turned to
him, "I say, did your master whop you much?"

"No," replied Joey.

"Well, then, that's more than I can say of mine, for he was at it all
day. Hold out your right hand, now your left," continued he, mimicking;
"my eyes! how it used to sting. I don't think I should mind it much
now, continued the lad, turning up his hand; it's a little harder than
it was then. Here's the shop, come in; if you haven't no money I'll
give you a breakfast."

The lad took his seat on one side of a narrow table, Joey on the other,
and his new acquaintance called for two pints of tea, a twopenny loaf,
and two penny bits of cheese. The loaf was divided between them, and
with their portion of cheese and pint of tea each they made a good
breakfast. As soon as it was over, the young sailor said to Joey, "Now,
what are you going arter; do you mean to ship?"

"I want employment," replied Joey; "and I don't much care what it is."

"Well, then, look you; I ran away from my friends and went to sea, and
do you know I've only repented of it once, and that's ever since.
Better do anything than go to sea--winter coming on and all; besides,
you don't look strong enough; you don't know what it is to be coasting
in winter time; thrashed up to furl the top-gallant sail when it is so
dark you can't see your way, and so cold that you can't feel your
fingers, holding on for your life, and feeling as if life, aft