Who fails in reverence to her I hold as mutinous to myself, and will deal with him accordingly.

She gives you to-morrow for holiday, with double rations, and to each a measure of rum.

Now thank her properly." They cheered lustily, of course, and Diccon, stepping forward, gave us thanks in the name of them all, and wished us joy.

After which, with another cheer, they backed from out our presence, then turned and made for their quarters, while I led my wife within the house and closed the door.
Diccon was an ingenious scoundrel.

I had told him to banish the dogs, to have the house cleaned and lit, and supper upon the table; but I had not ordered the floor to be strewn with rushes, the walls draped with flowering vines, a great jar filled with sunflowers, and an illumination of a dozen torches.