Says Toby,—“I want nothing, Sir, at all.”

“Want nothing!—Sir, you’ve pull’d my bell, I vow,

As if you’d jerk it off the wire!”

Quoth Toby,—gravely making him a bow,—

“I pull’d it, Sir, at your desire.”

“At mine!”—“Yes, yours—I hope I’ve done it well;

High time for bed, Sir; I was hast’ning to it;

But if you write up Please to ring the bell,

Common politeness makes me stop, and do it.”

Isaac, now, waxing wroth apace,