Bless you, I could sell a new suit of clothes there every year, instead of having to wear the last keeper's cast-offs, and a hat that would disgrace anything but a flay-crow. If the linin' wasn't stuffed full of gun-waddin' it would be over my nose, he observed, taking it off and adjusting the layer of wadding as he spoke. 'You should have stuck to Sir Harry, observed Mr. Sponge.