Well, that's after thaw. But, by Jove, it does tickle
My fancy, and fill me with angry amazement,
To see you mere standing ice-cool, and demanding
Prompt payment—for what? Why, long waterless worry!
Aquarius, we must have a fresh understanding;
Till then—"Call again!" and don't be in a hurry!
[Slams door, and retires in dudgeon.
Motto for Stockbrokers.—A mine in the Randt is worth two in the Bush.