Argument’s carte and tierce were lost, outright:
And they fought loose.
Says Will, quite carelessly,—“the other day,
As I was lying on my back,
In bed,
I took a fancy in my head;—
Some writings aren’t so difficult as people say;—
They are a knack.”
“What writings? whose?” says Tom—raking the cinders.
“Many,” cried Will:—“For instance,—Peter Pindar’s.”