Why don't you help Dickey?" whispered Ben from the wings, thinking that it would not be seemly in the ghost of Hamlet's father to rush on to the stage before his time.
Dorothy smiled, and said: "There is one here who is not and can never be included in our truce. I ask you to protect me from him. That is the one condition I impose." "You have no enemies here, my dear." "But I have a much too zealous friend." "Last call for dinner in the dining-car," shouted Dickey Savage, corning down the stairs hurriedly. "I was afraid I'd be late. Glad to see you.
Roars of laughter greeted the reply, as all the East Anglians present knew that ‘hull’ meant ‘throw,’ and ‘dickey’ is Suffolk for ‘donkey,’ but some of the Cockney visitors present were for a while quite unable to enjoy the joke.
A moment or two later Lady Jane, as if unable to master the emotion which impelled, hurried into the castle after them. Dickey strolled away, and she was left with Lord Bob. It would have been a relief had he expressed the slightest sign of surprise or regret, but he was as imperturbable as the wall against which he leaned.
But the morning came at last, as all mornings do come, and they were the first ones up and dressed, although they spent a great deal of time on their toilet. Mopsey proposed that the others escort the two fortunate ones to the hotel, in order that they might learn what this great surprise was as soon as possible; but Dickey insisted that Ben and Johnny go alone, since Mr.
"Where's your room?" asked West. "Thirty-four Masters Hall," answered Joel March; for now that we have twice been introduced to him there is no excuse for us to longer ignore his name. "Mine's in Hampton House," said West. "Number 2. I have it all to myself. Who's in with you?" "A fellow named Sproule." "'Dickey' Sproule? He's an awful cad. Why didn't you get a room in the village?
"Huzzah, huzzah!" roared Ben from the dickey, in a gush of disinterested joy; and then, like an experienced toast-master, he marshalled in due hip, hip, hip order, the shouts of acclamation that rent the air. In an interval of silence, Sir John added,
"I thought so, but feared that my hopes might have deceived me," said old Tom. "She is standing this way, and is close-hauled." The boat was steered so as to intercept the stranger. Harry kept his gaze fixed on her. She was evidently a whaler. "Can she be the Steadfast?" exclaimed Dickey, who was also earnestly looking at her. "I was in hopes that she might be," exclaimed Harry.
It was fully understood by the majority of those who discussed this startling intelligence, that it was only three weeks since the firm of Treat & Jones had bought a house on credit, and that there was still a mortgage of twenty cents upon it in favor of the now bankrupt merchant, Mr. Dickey Spry. To be sure, Messrs.
Say!" she cried suddenly, springing to the seat, "drive me over to Mrs. Rowe's; she's married to Chess Bates, you know, at the store. Go on, Stumpy! What boys are they?" "I know the Turner boys and the Dickey boy is three of 'em," said the old man, "and Henderson's own boy, Davy poor leetle feller! and Buddy Hopper, and the Adams boy.