Old Ricks was there and he glared souring at the Rovers when he saw them.
The Rovers knew nothing about this, but it had been in old Ricks's mind for a week.
Then the ricks required thatching, and Turner thatched them.
I ran through the fold-yard to the ricks, and called to Lena.
There were seven ricks in a group, and I went into all the openings between them.
“I want to see my old friend Mr. Ricks,” and he winked at Sam.
Ricks struck a match and commenced to puff away with satisfaction.
“Sorry you feel so bad about it, Mr. Ricks,” said Tom coolly.
I have often tried to discover how the snakes get upon these summer ricks.
Thence I carried my wrath (which was worthy the son of any queen in history) to the Ricks.