Another piece of butter was
put into his mouth, and on being taken out after the usual time, was
found to shew no signs of having . . . "
Miss Bawl to Mr. Principal Crank: . . . "The Manager was so tall, you
know, and then there was that little mite of an assistant manager--it
_was_ so funny. For the assistant manager's voice was ever so much
louder than the . . . "
Mrs. Bawl to Professor Gabb: . . . "Live for art! If I had to choose
whether I would lose either art or science, I have not the smallest
hesitation in saying that I would lose . . . "
The Mayor and Dr. Downie: . . . "That you are to be canonised at the
close of the year along with Professors Hanky and Panky?"
"I believe it is his Majesty's intention that the Professors and myself
are to head the list of the Sunchild's Saints, but we have all of us got
to . . . "
And so on, and so on, buzz, buzz, buzz, over the whole table. Presently
Yram turned to Hanky and said--
"By the way, Professor, you must have found it very cold up at the
statues, did you not? But I suppose the snow is all gone by this time?"
"Yes, it was cold, and though the winter's snow is melted, there had been
a recent fall. Strange to say, we saw fresh footprints in it, as of some
one who had come up from the other side. But thereon hangs a tale, about
which I believe I should say nothing.
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