“All gone ’way,” he said, rather solemnly, as if disappointed at not being able to join the banquet. “Jackum want eat.”
“Yes, of course. Come along. Here, Bob, what can you give him to eat?”
The black’s eyes sparkled, as he turned eagerly to Bostock.
“What yer like, Sooty?” said the latter.
“Bob gib ticky-ticky; Pick Dilly. Much cake.”
“Look ye here,” said the old sailor. “You love damper?”
“Iss. Damper.”
“Ticky-ticky?”
“Iss. Much ticky-ticky.”