“Directly.”
“But his clothes, sir; and he must be—”
“I want to take him directly, Mr Hippetts, with your permission, and he will need nothing more from the Union.”
“Very good, sir; and I hope that he will take your kindness to heart. Do you hear, Coleby? And be a very good boy to his benefactor, and—”
“Yes, yes, yes, Mr Hippetts,” said the doctor, cutting him short. “I’m sure he will. Now, my man, are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” cried the boy eagerly; “but—”
“Well?” said the doctor kindly.
“I should like to say good-bye to some of the chaps, and I’ve got something to give ’em.”
“Indeed! what?”
“Well, sir; I want to give Dick Dean my mouse, and Tommy Robson my nicker, and share all my buttons among the chaps in my dormitory; and then I’ve six pieces of string and a pair of bones, and a sucker.”