"I want a lodging."
"Go and stand before the desk," said the porter; and I obeyed.
"You are late," said the clerk.
"Am I, sir?"
"Yes. If you come in you'll have a bath, and you'll have to sleep in the shed."
"Very well, sir."
"What's your name?"
"Joshua Mason, sir."
"What are you?"
"An engraver." (This taradiddle I invented to account for the look of my hands.)