Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Whenever the boatswain had an opportunity he would put a few questions
to Jerry, or ask his advice on important points of the coming
entertainment. Mr. Shever was of the opinion that "tea and shrimps, with
a song afterwards, was the correct sort of thing;" while Jerry suggested
"tea and muffins, with a dance to follow,--the whole to wind up with a
glass of punch." On this coming to Mrs. Shever's ears, she at once
adopted the idea as an entirely original plan of her own, and declared
"if Mr. Shever did not order a fiddler and a harpist, she would
forthwith pack up, visit her mother, and remain there until the Stinger
had sailed."
Jerry looked forward with pleasure to the entertainment, and determined
to show the natives a few of his most elaborate steps in the hornpipe
line, being sure he would be called upon to amuse the company in that
way.
At last the day arrived, and at about six o'clock P.M. Thompson was on
his way to the boatswain's house. His companions were dressed in their
very best, and looked as unhappy as two baboons who had tried on a suit
of clothes for the first time. On the road he endeavoured to instil a
little cheerfulness into them, but it proved a total failure.
"We mustn't chew, and we mustn't get tight, and we mustn't smoke,"
growled Gummings.
"We've got to stay until he pipes down, and then all the publics will be
shut," muttered Price.
Mr. Shever walked slowly home, keeping the party always at a respectable
distance from him. What would people say if they knew he had invited
such strange guests? You see even H. M. boatswains are afraid of Mrs.
Grundy.
Mrs. Shever had stationed a small girl at the front door to let in
visitors, so that when Jerry touched the bell the door was promptly
opened and they were shown into the parlour. Here, enthroned upon the
sofa-bedstead, sat the good lady, waiting to receive her company. By her
side was seated her sister, a plump jolly girl, about eighteen years of
age, who, when she saw the sailors, giggled and bashfully hid her face
behind a turkey-feather fan.
The three men walked into the room, and stood looking at the ladies like
shy children.
In a few moments Mrs. Shever recovered her composure, which had been
slightly disturbed by the sudden entrance of the sailors, although all
three of them were well known to her, and addressing Jerry, said,
"Good-evening, Thompson, I'm proud to see you; and you too, Price and
Gummings." Jerry, not at all abashed after the ice was broken, advanced
towards the ladies, and politely inquired after their health. The two
sailors looked around with a bewildered air, pulled their forelocks,
mumbled, "Service to ye missis," and then retired to a bench behind the
door, from which place they did not emerge until tea commenced.
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