“Yes,” said A. Fish, Esq., smiling, and offering me a fin. “Ever sidse I god rid of by cold I’ve been teaching the Wallypug elocutiod. We have ad ‘our every bordig before breakfast, ad he’s geddig on spledidly.”
“I’m sure his Majesty is to be congratulated on having so admirable an instructor,” I remarked, politely, if not very truthfully.
“His Majesty was walking down the path, attended by A. Fish, Esq., who was wearing a cap and gown and carrying a huge book.”— [Page 58].
Wallypugland.
“Thags,” said A. Fish, Esq., looking very pleased. “I say, Wallypug, recide that liddle thig frob Richard III., jusd to show hib how well you cad do id, will you? You doe thad thig begiddidg ’Ad ’orse, ad ’orse, by kigdob for ad ’orse.’”
“Yes, go on, Wallypug!” chimed in the Troubadour, indulgently.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said his Majesty, simpering nervously. “I’m afraid I should break down.”
“Doe you wondt, doe you wondt,” said A. Fish, Esq. “Cub alog, try id.”