"She told me it was Tea."
"Moggridge, you have been given away, as the Yankees put it. I have been sold, which is bad; but you have been 'given away,' which is worse."
"You were sold for 'love,' which is pretty much the same, I take it, as being given away," objected the Poet testily.
"Not at all the same, Moggridge, as being given away—with half a pound of Tea."
[1] Medicine. [(return)]
CHAPTER XXIV.
OF THE BEST HELLEBORE; AND AN EXPERIMENT
IN THE ENTERTAINMENT OF TWINS.
For three days Mr. Fogo continued to propose. On the evening of the third day the little Doctor shook his head. After this, for about a week, Mr. Fogo proposed and the Doctor shook his head at intervals. Finally, and in the middle of a sentence, the patient fell into a deep slumber.
When he awoke, it was to the conviction that he, Mr. Fogo, being a bolster, had been robbed of his rightful stuffing by some person or persons unknown. He had lain for some time pondering this situation with a growing resentment, when he was aware of some one sitting between him and the sunshine.