"You tell me about him, Toddie," said I.
"Why," said Toddie, "Bliaff was a brate bid man, an' Dave was brate little man, an' Bliaff said, 'Come over here, an' I'll eat you up,' an' Dave said, 'I ain't fyaid of you.' So Dave put five little stones in a sling an' asked de Lord to help him, an' let ze sling go bang into bequeen Bliaff's eyes an' knocked him down dead, an' Dave took Bliaff's sword an' sworded Bliaff's head off, an' made it all bluggy, an' Bliaff runned away." This short narration was accompanied by more spirited and unexpected gestures than Mr. Gough ever puts into a long lecture.
"I don't like 'bout Goliath at all," remarked Budge, "I'd like to hear 'bout Ferus."
"Who?"
"Ferus; don't you know?"
"Never heard of him, Budge."
"IF I WAS ALL ATE UP BY A LION"
"Why—y—y—!" exclaimed Budge; "didn't you have no papa when you was a little boy?"