And he started off to take up the post assigned to him.
Jack next summoned Tinker.
"Serve us up our dinner here under the trees," said Jack; "and be quick about it, you rascal, or——"
"Understand puffeckly, massa," responded the black. "To hear yer is to obey yer, as dese Turkeys say. Yah, yah."
It was very pleasant to sit down to their repast under the refreshing shade of the trees.
Of course Mr. Mole and the orphan, as well as Thyra, the waiter and the diver, were summoned and came at this juncture.
The orphan and Mole appeared arm-in-arm.
Mr. Mole had a black bottle in one hand and a tall glass in the other.
He looked very jolly, whilst the orphan appeared rather melancholy, for his flute had got slightly cracked.
"Have a drop to raise your spirits," said the schoolmaster, filling him a brimmer, and fairly forcing it into his hand.