Little Chickmouse rashly accepts the Offer of a Day's Partridge-shooting.—Gamekeeper (to Little C., who has kicked up a hare). "Now for it, sir!"
Chickmouse (who finds he can't get over his horror of firearms). "Well—fact is—I'd rather you'd——Look 'ere, you 'old the gun, and I'll pull the thingummy!!"
"A HIT! A PALPABLE HIT!"
"Oh, I beg your pardon! I did not see you, sir!"