“Oh, come, that’s nonsense; surely you can give it tout de suite, after swallowing so much sugar.”
“Well, we must be charged first.”
“Oh, I’ll charge you.”
“But how?”
“At ever so great a rate.”
CHARGING THE JURY.
“Stop a minute!” cried one.
“I seconds that motion,” said another.
“The motion of seconds is too fast for minutes to be stopped; besides, they don’t belong to us, not being hours, so we have no right to stop them.” So saying, she charged across the court, tumbling the jury over on the top of John Doe in the middle of the lozenges.