manners to
get up and
say, "Mr.
Chops, the
best of
friends
must part,
I thank
you for
the
wariety of
foreign
drains you
have stood
so
'ansome, I
looks
towards
you in red
wine, and
I takes my
leave."
Mr. Chops
replied,
"If you'll
just hitch
me out of
this over
your right
arm,
Magsman,
and carry
me
down-stairs,
I'll see
you out."
I said I
couldn't
think of
such a
thing, but
he would
have it,
so I
lifted him
off his
throne. He
smelt
strong of
Maideary,
