jacky

His voice rose; he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky.

Jacky had announced her discovery when he fetched her from the lawn.

More words from Jacky were necessary—words unequivocal, undenied.

Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she thought it a lovely tune.

Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been.

Jacky went through to the bedroom, and began to see to her hat.

Uncle Jacky read it through, and then quoted a part of it to the family circle.

And she answered, 'Brother George's little son, Jacky, has been burned to death.'

I hope Sir William was well, and cosen Jacky, when you heard last.

Jacky Rabbit's washing his hands in the water-pail, teacher!'