But what the deuce does the Dominion do,
"In this galley," with this new game of "boodling?"
"Paddle your own Canoe," dear, if you will,
But kick all "cross coves" out, and trust to honest skill.
JOURNAL OF A ROLLING STONE.
TENTH ENTRY.
DICK FIBBINS, my more or less "learned" instructor in practical law, goes out to a good many evening parties, I find. Casually remarks that he "danced three square dances, the other night, with old DAVIS's ugly daughter, the Solor (legal slang for Solicitor), in Caraway Street." It's DAVIS himself, not the daughter, that is the Solicitor, and, it seems she introduced the gay FIBBINS to her Papa. Hence another brief, a rather complicated one, on some dispute about a mortgage.
