Slush! slush!—Squash! squash!
O! for a clean pair of stockings!—But, alack, what a tantalizing situation I am in!—There are osiers enough in the vicinity, but no hose to be had for love or money!
SCENE II.
A lark—early in the morning.
Two youths—and two guns appeared at early dawn in the suburbs. The youths were loaded with shooting paraphernalia and provisions, and their guns with the best Dartford gunpowder—they were also well primed for sport—and as polished as their gunbarrels, and both could boast a good 'stock' of impudence.
“Surely I heard the notes of a bird,” cried one, looking up and down the street; “there it is again, by jingo!”
“It's a lark, I declare,” asserted his brother sportsman.
“Lark or canary, it will be a lark if we can bring it down,” replied his companion.