"By crackey!" cried Mr. Toby, very rudely. "Ain't you the most maddening old feller that ever was in the
world? Come on, now, tell us what to do, and be quick about it!"
"Call up the Able Seaman!"
This was so unexpected that nobody spoke for a moment.
"Hurrah!" cried Toby. "Now you've said it. We'll call up Mr. Lemuel Mizzen—is that his name? That's the thing to do! Do you all agree to that?" Everybody approved, and Mr. Toby turned to Freddie. "He's your man, Freddie, and if you've done it once, I reckon it won't be any harm for you to do it again. Wait a minute." And he ran into the shop, and immediately returned with the Chinaman's head and a churchwarden pipe.
"Now, then, Freddie," he said. "Will you do it again?"
"No, sir," said Freddie. "I'd rather not."
"You shouldn't make him do it," said Aunt Amanda.
"Nonsense, Aunt Amanda!" cried Toby. "He's as bad now as he'll ever be, and it ain't a-going to do him no harm. I'll fill the pipe."
"Hit's quite a lark," said Mr. Punch, laughing heartily. "Fancy the little beggar's smoking a pipe!"