“Yes, sor. I tuk wan of the cakes meself.”
The announcement was received with a blank look of despair.
“Sure sor, don’t stand looking at me loike that, please. Thin aren’t ye going to give me an anecdote?”
“No antidote would be available, my poor fellow. But how could you make such a blunder? I showed you so carefully.”
“Sure ye did, sor, but I was a bit flurried.”
“You ate a cake?”
“Oh yes, sor,” said Tim, dismally. “I ate wan, and I didn’t taste the shtuff till it was down.”
“But you couldn’t taste it, man.”
“Sure, sor, but I did quite sthrong,” groaned Tim, sinking on one of the divans.
“But tell me, how do you feel?”