“You may look till doomsday,” said the landlord. “It’s all your own fault; I thought nobody would steal brooms. If you had told me there was honey, I would have put the waggon under lock and key.”
“Why, there was honey,” said Quickset and Thickset.
“I don’t know that,” said Mr. Bush, “you said last night in the kitchen there was nothing but brooms.”
“I heard him,” said John Ostler; “I’ll take my oath to his very words!”
“And so will I,” roar’d the chambermaid, glancing at her damaged gown.
“What of that?” said Quickset, “I know I said there was nothing but brooms.”
“I know,” said Thickset, “I’m positive, he said there was nothing but brooms.”
“He confesses it himself,” said the landlady.
“And his own man speaks agin him,” said the chambermaid.
“I saw the waggon come in, and it didn’t seem to have any honey in it,” said the head waiter.