Dicky, dear boy, it's my impression that we shall see no blackbird's cage to-day." "And it's my impression, Frank Murray, that if you call me Dicky again I shall punch your head." "Poor fellow Liver, decidedly," said the first speaker, in a mock sympathetic tone. "Look here, old chap, if I were you, I'd go and ask Jones to give me a blue pill, to be followed eight hours later by one of his delicious liqueurs, all syrup of senna." "Ugh " came in a grunt of disgust, followed by a shudder. "Look here, Frank, if you can't speak sense, have the goodness to hold your tongue."
Dicky, dear boy, it's my impression that we shall see no blackbird's cage to-day." "And it's my impression, Frank Murray, that if you call me Dicky ag...
