CHAPTER X
TOPPY TO THE FORE
THE top o’ the marnin’ to yez!” Billy called to the Duke the next morning as the first faint streaks of dawn tinged the east with a ruddy glow.
Goats are no sluggards about arising. In fact, they are wide awake with the first crowing of the first chanticleer.
“The same to you, and may this be your lucky day,” was the Duke’s equally amiable reply.
“I’ve been thinking,” said Billy, “while I’ve been waiting for you to waken—I myself roused hours ago—that I may as well take myself off before the keepers make their rounds. I suppose they come early. Am I right?”
“Well, yesterday it was about six, and I suppose that is the usual time.”
“Then I’ll be up and away, with many, many thanks, my dear Duke, for the pleasant time you’ve given me. I cannot express my appreciation in mere words.”
“But, Billy, do have just a bite of breakfast first,” urged his host. “Surely you can stay long enough for that! See, here’s some of that tender clover hay that you enjoyed so much last night.”
“Now you mention it, I believe I will, though I’ve not any appetite so early in the day.”