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.
Dibble readily complied; and slowly but surely we drew in on the rope.
When at last we had finished I followed Dibble below, and we retired.
"I am satisfied Dibble has nothing to do with it," was my ready answer.
Ranson left me, and I joined Dibble, who was at work tarring some ropes.
