"I told you it was anarchy."
"That's so—that's so. This suspense is telling on my memory like a fit of illness. Now, then, a-n-a-r-k-y, anarky, and don't you forget it. You needn't say anything about my calling in here."
"Oh, that's all right. Over seven-eighths of the best speakers in town come to me for big words."
"Many thanks; and now, 'Fellow citizens, peace has fled far, far away, and arkany reigns——' Hold on, is that the right word?"
He halted at the door to examine the slip of paper, and after repeating the right word over several times he went on:
"A state of anchovy is upon us, and where will it end?"
As he walked up the street he was overheard to say:
"Arnica! Arnica! where will it end?"