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Updated: September 12, 2025
But, sailors can't afford to waste any time in `crying over spilt milk'; it would be a poor lookout for them, aye, and for our country too, if they did! `Old Hankey Pankey' was of a like opinion.
`Old Hankey Pankey' caught up the telescope that Mr Dabchick had just deposited on the slab, putting it to his eye. "Yes, they are dhows sure enough, Gresham," he said to the first lieutenant, after a brief inspection of the craft, which were stealing past us under the loom of the land far away to the westward.
A minute later, when those whose duties did not take them elsewhere were ranged along the upper deck, Captain Hankey, who had gone down to his cabin in the meantime and buckled on his sword to be in proper fighting rig, came back on the bridge, where he remained in conversation with Mr Gresham until the `orderly' midshipman I don't mean to say that the others were disorderly, but only just wish to specify those who were told off to carry messages from the various parts of the ship, when at `quarters, to the captain, they acting, so to speak, as his aides-de- camp on board returned to say all was as it should be.
This was the signal for a ringing cheer from all hands in our boat, as well as from those in the second cutter and whaler, which had been likewise cast off from the tow-rope; while `old Hankey Pankey' himself jumped up into the rigging of the Mermaid as we started away, and led a return cheer from the ship as the three of us raced in line abreast towards the dhows inshore.
"He's the Boss's laddie. My! if you just saw what fine claes he has on. A new suit, an' lang stockings, an' a pair o' fine new buits." "Ay, an' a white collar too," said another, "an' hundreds o' pooches in his jacket." "He has a waistcoat wi' three pooches in it yin for a watch an' a braw, black, shiny bonnet." "He had a white hankey too, an' sweeties in yin o' his pooches."
"Mr Gresham," said Captain Hankey to the first lieutenant, "I should like you to go in the steam pinnace and work away to win'ard towards Ras Hafim you know the place we marked on the chart last night above Binna?"
"Deary me, but it's like old times to see Master Christopher and Miss Elisabeth having tea with us again," exclaimed Mrs. Bateson, after Caleb had asked a blessing; "and it seems but yesterday, Mrs. Hankey, that they were here talking over Mrs. Perkins's wedding your niece Susan as was with Master Christopher in knickers, and Miss Elisabeth's hair down." Mrs. Hankey sighed her old sigh.
Hankey; "Lucy Ellen must be forty, if she's a day." "So she be, Mrs. Hankey so she be; but she is my little lass to me, all the same, and always will be. The children never grow up to them as loves 'em.
"Indeed, that we should!" they replied simultaneously. Then Mrs. Bateson inquired: "And what is it made of, deary?" "White satin." Mrs. Hankey gazed critically at the bride-elect. "White satin is a bit young, it seems to me; and trying, too, to them as haven't much colour." Then cheering second thoughts inspired her.
F wrote back a furious letter, saying that he expected to have his friends accepted without question, and received the permission. We went. The awkward thing was that Captain Hankey was not there, and we shuddered to think of the rage of F 's guardian if he should find out.
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