"Three cheers for Mike!" shouted some one, intent on pushing the fun as far as possible.
"Three cheers for Deacon Dodd!" came next, and when they had been given with a will by the merry crowd, a cry arose:
"Three cheers for the half-grown calf!"
Before they had died away, Mike turned with a most meaning look at us three boys, exclaiming:
"Ivery wan of 'em."
And they gave us a tiger.