V.
NOTE FROM MR. RUFUS FOX TO HIS COUSIN REYNARD.
Dear Cousin:
This is just to say
Why dinner was postponed to-day,—
The goose had failed us, that was all;
Excuse, I beg, this hurried scrawl.
Will write to-morrow to explain—
Just now my paw is in such pain
That when I try to write it shocks
My nerves.
Yours truly,
Rufus Fox.
P. S.—I’d thank you if you sent
A bottle of that liniment
You spoke of several days ago—
The kind for “dog-bites,” don’t you know.
