“Green!” cries the other in a fury.
“Why, sir—d’ye think I’ve lost my eyes?”
“’Twere no great loss,” the friend replies;
“For, if they always serve you thus,
You’ll find ’em but of little use.”
So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows:
When luckily came by a third—
To him the question they refer’d;
And begg’d he’d tell ’em, if he knew,