No occasion for more than a single odd shoe.
But it’s lucky we happened to speak of shoes;
It reminds me that I must be hurrying on;—
I’m after a roast that I hope will prove fat;
So I really mustn’t stand gossiping here.—
Peer.
And may one inquire, then, what sort of sin-diet
The man has been fattened on?
The Lean One.
I understand