To this I replied:—
"DEAR WIGGLES,—Holding as you do the old pagan view of Providence, you are quite right not to tempt it. The loss is mine. I hope you will soon be rather less unwell."
Then I went away for three days without leaving an address, and when I returned it was to learn that Wiggles had arrived on the previous evening. And in my study I found him, together with four wires (two to say he wasn't coming and two to say he was) and a table loaded with prescriptions.
He eats enormously.
INKOMANIA.
(Suggested by Mr. SIMONIS' recently published volume.)
O Street of Ink, O Street of Ink,
Where printers and machinsts swink
Amid the buzz and hum and clink;