“You won’t like it,” said Boltwood, with a chuckle.
“I don’t expect I will. But begin.”
“All right. It begins like this:
“There was a little Jack,
And it came to pass
That this poor little Jack
Became a jackass.”
Bingham snorted, and Carker made some sort of a gurgling sound.
“I don’t think I’ll repeat any more of it,” said Boltwood, in a tone of voice that seemed to tremble with apprehension.
“Perhaps you hadn’t better!” said Ready coldly. “That is quite enough.”