"I do exactly; a scamp came along here a week ago—talked nothing but Carrier Pigeons—Pigeon Expresses—I thought I'd surprise you, and—"
"Well, well—go on."
"And by thunder I was green enough to give the fellow $200—a horse and wagon—"
"Done! done!" roared the other, without waiting for further particulars—"$200 and a horse and wagon—just what Tom and I gave the scamp! ha! ha! ha!"
"Haw! haw! haw!" and the publishers roared under the force of the joke.
Whatever became of the pigeon express man is not distinctly known; but he is supposed to have given up the bird business, and gone into the manufacture of woolly horses and cod-liver oil.
Jipson's Great Dinner Party.
"Well, you must do it."
"Do it?"