Precise. No, sir; you will please be seated. Mr. Paunch.
Snowball (shaking him). Here, Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch.
Paunch. Hey? O, yes. Mr. Foreman, I’ve got precious little to say. I’m hungry; I’ve had nothing to eat since morning. I was invited out to dinner at five o’clock with Alderman Cross. Fine leg of venison and native tomatoes, sliced, stewed, and broiled. The alderman is a capital eater, weighs three hundred and fifty, and has the best hogs——
Precise. Won’t you confine yourself to the question, Mr. Paunch?
Paunch. O, yes. Hogshead of Madeira you ever tasted. It’s capital. Then his cheeses! Good gracious! they’re mighty——
Precise. Mr. Paunch, Mr. Paunch!
Paunch. They’re mighty fine. What did you say, sir?
Precise. Will you give your reasons for voting “Not guilty”?
Paunch. Certainly. Stop. Did I vote “Not guilty”? I don’t remember. It don’t make any difference. Settle it as you please, only remember I must dine with Alderman Cross at five. (Sits and goes to sleep again.)
Snowball. Question, question! We’ll all dine with Cross, hey! I ax you.