“Thanks, no, Hippetts; I’ll take him with me.”
“Would you like a fly, sir?”
“No, Hippetts; I’m not ashamed for people to see what I do. Come along, my lad.”
“Please, sir; mayn’t I say good-bye to Mother Curdley?”
“Mother Curdley? Who is she!”
“Nurse, sir.”
“The woman who had charge of him when he was a tiny fellow.”
“Ah! to be sure. Yes, certainly,” said the doctor. “He may, of course?”
“Oh! certainly, sir. Run on, boy, and we’ll follow.”
“No larks,” said the boy sharply, as he looked at the doctor.