I thought perhaps Whipcord would come for one; he's a good driver, you know, and a steady enough fellow when he's by himself.

And there's a friend of mine called Masham I mean to ask as well." I would have preferred it if the expedition had been confined to Hawkesbury and myself, but I had no right to be discontented with the arrangements which had been made, and spent the next few days in eager anticipation.
I wondered what Jack Smith meant to do on his holiday; most likely he would be reading hard for his "Sam," as Billy called it.

It seemed shabby of me to go off on a spree and leave him to drudge; but, as Hawkesbury said when I referred to the matter, it would just show him what he missed by holding aloof, and make him all the more ready to try to get back my friendship.
Doubleday, when I told him of my plan for the day, snuffed up at it in no very pleasant way.

But then he had always been jealous of Hawkesbury since giving up the petty-cash to his charge.
"All I can say is," said he, "_I'd_ think twice about going with that party, and I'm not so very particular.

I suppose you never met Mr Masham, did you ?" "No," said I.
"Ah!" he replied, laughing, "you'll find him a very nice boy; just a little too strait-laced for me, but he'll suit you." I could not make out whether this was in jest or earnest; in any case, I put it down to the petty-cash, and thought it a pity Doubleday should be so put out by a trifle.
"What are you going to do ?" I asked him.
"Oh! I'm going to do my best to be cheerful in a mild way," said he, "down the river.