"The very idea is horrible!"
"How so?"
"To see one's name in large letters over the picture of a horse on a hand-bill posted against the door of a blacksmith's shop; or to have a mangy hound for your namesake!"
"Here comes Tom," said Toney, as Seddon entered the apartment and commenced telling them about the bull-fight which was to take place on the next day, which would be Sunday.
"We will all go," said the Professor; "but I am hungry. Let us go into the eating-room and order three plates of lizards."
"I would prefer a beefsteak smothered in onions," said Seddon.
"De gustibus non disputandum est," said the Professor as he entered the eating-room, and, seating himself at a table, ordered his lizards.