Doctor taps Mr. Dibble on the eyebrow with his forefinger, and away they go.
This young lady, a Miss Dibble, is downstairs, where her typewriter will not bother.
Yes, put that down, too, Miss Dibble; I want people to know everything!
But, of course, it was Mrs. Dibble who could tell the most, and who was more in demand than ever.
The sky was overcast, and Dibble said that a storm was brewing.
By this time I had made up my mind that Dibble was not on board.
Ranson left me, and I joined Dibble, who was at work tarring some ropes.
"If I were you I'd hunt it up on my own account," put in Dibble.
"You will hardly have time while we are going up the harbor," said Dibble.
Dibble readily complied; and slowly but surely we drew in on the rope.
