Then I sat down, tired and sad, and the lodging-house cat came in and lapped up the milk for my tea, and MOSER'S bull-dog just looked me up, and went off with the left leg of my trousers, and the landlady's little boy peeped round the door and cried, "Oh, Mar, the poor gentleman's red in the face—I'm sure he's on fire!" And the local fire-brigade was called up, and they pumped on me for ten minutes, and then wrote "Inextinguishable" in their note-books, and went home; and all the time I couldn't move, because my arms were stuck tight in a coat two sizes too small for me.
CHAPTER III.
The Slavey managed—
[No, thank you. No more.—ED.]
His Reverence. "DINNER, 7:30. I'LL GIVE YOU A QUARTER OF AN HOUR'S GRACE!"
His Irreverence. "THEN COMMENCE AT 7:30, AND I'LL BE THERE AT 7:45!"
FAVOURITE TOOL OF RAILWAY COMPANIES.—A Screw-Driver!