READER.—You can say nothing new about that.
You are right. I’ll pass it, and come at once to an end. My boots stood upright, conscious of their glare; a new spring rushed into my bottles; Flora’s sweets were witnessed in my dress; a mite, a tiny mite, might have made progress round my room, nor found a substance larger than itself to stop its way. My lips at dinner were scalded with the steaming soup; the eager waiters, rushing with the choicest sauce, in dread collision met, and soused my well-brushed coat. I was once more number one!—all things had changed again.
READER—Except the rainbow.
Ay, even that.
READER,—Indeed! how so?
If still impalpable to the gross foot of earth, it seemed to the charmed mind a glowing passage for the freed spirit to mount to bliss!
READER.—May I ask what caused this difference?
You may, and shall be answered. I had received—
READER.—What?
TWENTY POUNDS!