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Sponge and his three horses, and his saucy servant, who had taught their domestics to turn up their noses at his diet table; above all, at his stick-jaw and undeniable small-beer. So they went fighting and squabbling on, till at last the scene ended, as usual, by Mrs. Jogglebury bursting into tears, and declaring that Jog didn't care a farthing either for her or her children.
In an ordinary way, Jogglebury would have said, 'if you please, at the sound of the words 'cold meat, for he was a dead hand at luncheon; but the fix he was in completely took away his appetite, and he sat wheezing and thinking whether to make another effort, or to wait the arrival of Leather.
'Oh, fiddle, replied his wife, 'you always say fox-hunters never stand upon ceremony; why should you stand upon any with him? Mr. Jogglebury was posed, and sat silent. Well, then, as we said before, when one door shuts another opens; and just as Mr. Puffington's door was closing on poor Mr. Sponge, who should cast up but our newly introduced friend, Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey. Mr.
Jogglebury Crowdey, if not quite convinced of the accuracy of his calculations, nevertheless thought it well to encourage his hunting predilections, inasmuch as it brought him in contact with people he would not otherwise meet, who, she thought, might possibly be useful to their children.
Sponge had taken refuge, determined not to meet within reach of Puddingpote Bower, if he could possibly help it; and Lord Scamperdale was almost always beyond distance, unless horse and rider lay out over-night a proceeding always deprecated by prudent sportsmen. Mr. Sponge, therefore, got more of Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey's company than he wanted, and Mr. Crowdey got more of Mr.
'Well, but, my dear, you couldn't possibly sit down without him, observed Mrs. Jog mildly. 'Possibly! 'There's no possibly in the matter, retorted he, blowing more furiously into the frill. Mrs. Jog was silent. 'Well, but, my dear, you know hunters are always allowed a little law, observed Mrs. Jog. 'Law! 'I never want any law, thinking of Smiler v. Jogglebury.
She promised him abundance of good things if he would astonish Mr. Sponge with some of his wonderful stories, and expatiated on Mr. Sponge's goodness in bringing him the nice comfits, though Mrs. Jogglebury could not but in her heart blame them for some little internal inconvenience the wonder had experienced during the night.
Jogglebury's ardour, and made her more anxious that Sponge should not lose a word of it. Accordingly she gave the fat dumpling another jerk up on her arm, and repeated: 'O ho! bother Ichard, the What's very high? asked Mrs. Jogglebury coaxingly. 'Sun's very high, replied the child. 'Yes, my darling! exclaimed the delighted mamma. Mrs.
Crowdey, complacently dropping his fat hand on his fat knees, seemed to resign himself to his fate. So they crawled along the up-and-downy piece of road below Poplarton plantations, Mr. Jogglebury keeping a sharp eye upon the underwood for sticks.
'Ah, well, I'll tell you what: these stables will be much better for being occupied, observed Mr. Sponge. 'And I'll tell you what I'll do for you. 'But they are occupied! gasped Jogglebury, convulsively. 'Only half, replied Mr. Sponge; 'or a quarter, I may say not even that, indeed. I'll tell you what I'll do.
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