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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Why, I should say, John hum!" "Pray haven't you heard of a jolly young coal-heaver, Who down at Hungerford used for to ply, His daddles he used with such skill and dexterity Winning each mill, sir, and blacking each eye." "Ha!
Pete jumped in beside him, and smothered his cries with a pillow. Ed and I pushed off, and climbed in over the bows. In a minute we were alongside the yacht. Mr. Daddles and Sprague jumped on board, and Pete handed Gregory the Gauger up to them. He had to drop the pillow to do this, and as soon as the little man's mouth was uncovered he began his protests right where he had left off.
"We might go to that place what's its name? Squid Cove," Ed Mason suggested. "And send a message to him by the car-driver," I added. "We'll have to write it in cipher," said Mr. Daddles, "for it would never do to have it fall into the hands of Eb." "How do you know that he will come back there?" I asked. "I don't," said Jimmy, "but it's the most likely thing to happen, isn't it?"
The only sign of his high station was a badge, pinned to his suspenders. The two policemen ended the discussion by going inside the house once more, "to make up their lost sleep" suggested Mr. Daddles. They retired within and shut the window. Then Eb and the rest of them started to march us back to the village.
Daddles and Ed Mason started for the pantry without delay. "P'r'aps we'd better put back these dishes," whispered Jimmy; "they might find 'em, and that would start 'em after us." But neither Mr. Daddles nor Ed heard him at all. The latter merely said "Hurry up!" and then disappeared toward the kitchen.
We won't find much, family's gone away ... taken all the pie with 'em, as I said, still, there ought to be something " We were all rummaging amongst the shelves and cupboards. "Hum!" said Mr. Daddles, "stove-polish. Anybody want any stove- polish? Raw oatmeal, that's a little better, but not much. Not much choice between 'em. What's this? ... Starch.
Did you think we were talking very learnedly about things we didn't know much about! Never mind, ducky daddles, we'll know a lot about them six months from now!" "Just the way we've learned a lot about babies in the last six months from this little teacher!" added Ethel Brown. "Come, come. Home, home," remarked Elisabeth insistently. "What's the matter? Are your leggies tired?
"The Hoppergrass." "The what's-that-you-say?" "Hoppergrass." "I never heard of no such boat." Mr. Daddles was silent. "Where's the boat, now?" "I don't know, she sailed away." The constable laughed. "You needn't think you can play it over me, with any such story as that, young feller." Justin had now returned from down stairs, and the constable ordered him and another man to conduct us all below.
There was an echo from a building across the inlet an insulting echo which repeated the phrase, or rather the last three letters of the last word in an irritating fashion. "I feel like one," said Mr. Daddles, "but I don't like to be told so by a blooming old echo." Then we all stood and looked at one another, and wondered what we should do. "Friendless and alone, in a strange place," said Mr.
We all voted that it could not possibly give us the stomach-ache. And it didn't. Then we drew lots to see who would have the unpleasant job of washing the dishes. Ed Mason and I lost, and retired below to do the work. We could hear them talking on deck. Jimmy was still at the wheel; the Captain and Mr. Daddles lighted their pipes.
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