Did I mention that he had always one eye wide open and one eye nearly shut; and the eye nearly shut was always the expressive eye? I don’t think I did.
“That’s my wedding-day!” said Tackleton, rattling his money in his pocket.
“Why, that’s the anniversary of our wedding, too!” exclaimed the carrier.
“Ha, ha!” laughed Tackleton. “Odd! You’re just such another couple as we will be! Just!”
At this speech, Dot was most indignant. What next would the man say? As though her John resembled Tackleton in any particular!
“I say! A word with you,” murmured Tackleton, nudging the carrier with his elbow, and taking him off a little way. “You’ll come to the wedding, won’t you? We’re in the same boat, you know.”
“How in the same boat?” asked John.
“Why, you’re not so youthful as your wife, yourself,” said Tackleton, with another nudge. “Come and spend an evening with us beforehand.”
“Why?” demanded John, astonished at this hospitality.