I won't make shark bait of you this time, but--' "And then comes Dixland, hippity-hop over the hummocks.

'My noble boy!' he sings out, fallin' all of a heap onto Augustus's round shoulders.

'My noble boy! My hero!' "Nate looked on for a full minute with his mouth open.

Olivia went away toward the house.

The professor and Gus was sheddin' tears like a couple of waterin' pots.
"'Come! come!' says Scudder finally; 'get up, Mr.Dixland; you'll catch cold.