Adolphus, dear, don't you feel, with me, that our hearts warm towards the hippopotamus? Ad. Mine is positively beating with the violence of my affection for him. If he was not so wet and bib-bib-big, I could throw my arms round him. Dear hippop-pop-pop-pop-otamoms! El. Oh, look! there is that gentleman who got into the train with you on the blessed day that we first met.