I’d have my Com-mit-tee.”
With that, says Bright, “Friend Turnabout,
A sight you now may see.
Lo! yonder doth Lord Bentinck stand,
His friends replete with spite;
Two hundred stout Protectionists,
To cheer the live-long night;
All sturdy agriculturists,
True to their pledges still.”
“Then leave your dinners,” Bobby said,