When he returned, in less than two hours' time, he found Mr. Fogo with a barrel full of water and the stump of a decayed broom, washing out the back kitchen. The Twin had gone. "Here we be, sir. Pound o' candles, pound o' tea, two loaves o' bread, knives, forks, two cups, three eggs--one on 'em smashed, in my trowsy pocket--saucepan, kettle, tea-pot, an' a hunk o' cold beef as salt as Lot's wife's elbow. That's the fust load. There's more in the boat, but I must ax'ee to bear a hand wi' thicky portmanty o' youm, 'cos 'tes mortal heavy. I see'd Jan Higgs's wife a-fishin' about two hundred yards from the quay, on my way up, an' warned her to keep her distance. There's a well o' water round at the back, an' I've fetched a small sack o' coal, and ef us don't have a dish o' tay ready in a brace o' shakes, then Tom's killed an' Mary's forlorn." With the statement of which gloomy alternative Mr. Caleb Trotter broke into a smile of honest pride. "Caleb," said Mr. Fogo from his hammock in the back kitchen at about eleven o'clock on the same night. "Aye, aye, sir." "Are you comfortable?" "Thank'ee, sir, gettin' on nicely. Just a bit Man-Fridayish to begin wi', but as corrat as Crocker's mare." "What did you say?" "Figger o' speech agen, sir, that's all. Good-night, sir." "Good-night, Caleb." Mr. Fogo settled himself in his hammock, sighed for a second time and dropped asleep. CHAPTER VI. HOW CERTAIN TROJANS CLIMBED A WALL OUT OF CURIOSITY; AND OF A CHARWOMAN THAT COULD GIVE NO INFORMATION. Meanwhile, curiosity in Troy was beating its wings against the closed doors of "The Bower." The early morning train next day brought three domestics to supplement the youth in buttons, and supplant the charwoman. Miss Limpenny, in _deshabille_ (but at a decent distance from the window), saw them arrive, and called Lavinia to look, with the result that within two minutes the sisters had satisfied themselves as to which was the cook, which the parlour-maid, and which the kitchen-maid. Later in the day, a van-load of furniture arrived, though "The Bower" was already furnished; but, as Miss Limpenny said, in all these matters of comfort and refinement, "there are degrees." On this occasion the Admiral, who had been prevailed upon to leave his bed, executed a manoeuvre the audacity of which should have commanded success. He crossed the road, and opened a conversation with the driver. But success does not always wait on the brave. The van-driver happened to have a temper as short as the Admiral's, and far less reverence. "Good-morning," said the Admiral, cheerily. "Mornin'." "What's a-foot to-day?" "Same as yesterday--twelve inches." The Admiral was rather taken aback, but smiled, nevertheless, and persevered. "Ha, ha! very good. You are a wit, I perceive." But the driver's conversation teemed with the unexpected. "Look 'ere, Ruby-face! give me any more of your sass an' I'll punch yer 'ed for tuppence."