Conversation is like a boot. When damped it loses its polish.
[The above remarks occasioned by no one having taken any notice of my epigram, and Milburd only replying to it by saying, “Oh! bosh!”]
I've just tried to draw a firework in my pocket-book. It doesn't exactly express my idea. But is a very good sketch of a joke which has failed.
This evening I am melancholy.
[CHAPTER XIV.]
OUR POSTAL ARRANGEMENTS.