A kindly, gray-whiskered old gentleman came tottering and rocking into view, his rosy, wrinkled face beaming benediction on the world as he passed through it-on the sunshine dappling the undergrowth, on the furry squirrels sitting up on their hind legs to watch him pass, on the stray dickybird that hopped fearlessly in his path, at the young man sitting very rigid there on his bench, at the fair, sweet-faced girl who met his aged eyes with the gentlest of involuntary smiles.
"The Tracer of Lost Persons"
Robert W. Chambers
My dickybird, you're quite a joker.
"The House of Toys"
Henry Russell Miller
Not a word now to Emmy, dickybird, or Marky-Mark.
"Abducted to Oz"
Bob Evans and Chris Dulabone