| Why, my travels. |
Wallace:—
| And where have you travelled? |
Doctor:—
| From Hickerty-pickerty-hedgehog, three times round the West Indies, and back to old Scotland. |
Wallace:—
| Is that all? |
Doctor:—
| No sir. I have travelled from fireside to chairside, from chairside to stoolside, from stoolside to tableside, from tableside to bedside, from bedside to press-side, and got many a lump of bread and butter from my mother; and that's the way my belly's so big. |
Wallace:—