“Sure you don’t want any more wild animals?”
“No,” he shouted.
“Don’t be so fierce. The drumstick is found, you will be glad to hear.”
He grunted.
“And the show is doing big business, Mr. Flippance tells me. He was so set up he gave me a pair of new gloves.”
“That old braggart! What business had he to give you gloves?”
“Didn’t I lose one through his drumstick?”
“But then ’tis me ought to pay for them,” he protested.
“You? What nonsense! Why?”
“It was on my account you lost the glove—through trying to get a bite.”