Poor, trembling Pip! Didn’t he wish he had been born in the previous century! No amount of coaxing could prevail upon, him to approach the dreadful dragon that had carried off the tin dipper, and every body else declined the same honor.
Finally Wort made this offer:
“I’ll go down to-Old Tim’s boat, and Tim may be hanging round, and I’ll see what I can see.”
This was a relief to the club, and entirely safe for Wort.
“I’ll go at once,” he said, and away he went.
Charlie went up to a store on “Water Street at the same time, and chanced to meet Miss Bertha Barry.
“We’ve met with a loss,” said Charlie, with a sober face.
“Any one dead?”
“O no; but the club has lost its tin dipper.”
“Tin dipper?”