These reactions are precisely what concerned hickox in her essay.
Mrs. hickox was a nervous, fidgety woman, and waved her hands about in a continuous flutter.
As he talked, Mr. hickox was bundling the luggage into his cart.
Mrs. hickox was the only one who could sustain the greater part in a conversation with Fairy.
Mr. hickox said this casually, as if he thought Leicester might have one in his pocket.
On the dock were two boys and Mr. hickox; the latter gentleman apparently much excited and interested.
So down the steps the four ran, and found Mr. hickox waiting for them at the dock.
Mr. hickox appeared duly, and made everything all right as usual.
"But this one doesn't pester, Mrs. hickox," said Fairy, earnestly.
"hickox is your man," said that long individual, suddenly interrupting his own investigation of the marvelous boat.