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Ken had proclaimed the day a half-holiday for himself, but Kirk was to go with him on the morning trip, and Phil, too, if she wanted to go. She did want, so Applegate Farm was locked up, and three radiant Sturgises walked the warm, white ribbon of Winterbottom Road to the Dutchman. Kirk was allowed to steer the boat, under constant orders from Ken, who compared the wake to an inebriated corkscrew.

I knew in fact, that there was only one way in which he was likely to quit his niche in the edifice of the State. "Well, I may say I have; and yet I'm not aware of anyone in Sydney that I would know by sight. My superior officer lives there. Remotely possible you may know him Rudolph Winterbottom, esquire." "Rudolph Winterbottom did you say? Yes, by Jove! rather a happy coincidence.

Lieutenant Winterbottom and half of his party were now seized with a fit of coughing. "Confound it! shut pans handle upon my soul I'm choked." "This is most excessively disagreeable," observed Mr Petres; "I made up my mind to be tarred when I came on board, but I had no idea that we should be feathered." "Support damn it, there's no supporting this!" cried Captain Majoribanks.

Gaily did we pass the variegated banks of the river, swept up with a strong flood-tide, and at last arrived at a little island agreed upon as the site of the pic-nic. The company disembarked, and were busy looking for a convenient spot for their entertainment, Quince making a rapid escape from Winterbottom, the latter remaining on the bank.

The murder was out. Mr Winterbottom groaned, rose from his seat, for he felt very sick indeed. The misfortunes of individuals generally add to the general quota of mirth, and Mr Winterbottom's misfortune had the same effect as that of Mr Quince. But where was poor Mr Quince all this time?

Lieutenant Winterbottom and half of his party were now seized with a fit of coughing. "Confound it! shut pans handle upon my soul I'm choked." "This is most excessively disagreeable," observed Mr Petres; "I made up my mind to be tarred when I came on board, but I had no idea that we should be feathered." "Support d n it, there's no supporting this!" cried Captain Majoribanks.

"You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man a proper man as one shall see on a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore, you must needs play Pyramus." "Take care I don't play the devil with your physiognomy, Mr Western," retorted Winterbottom. Here Caliban, in the third boat, began playing the fiddle and singing to it

The ladies were as busy as the gentlemen some were wiping the glasses, others putting salt into the salt-cellars. Titania was preparing the salad. Mr Winterbottom, who was doing nothing, accosted her; "May I beg as a favour that you do not cut the salad too small? It loses much of its crispness." "Why, what a Nebuchadnezzar you are! However, sir, you shall be obeyed."

"Gaffer, Gaffer's son, and his little jackass, Were trotting along the road." The chorus of which ditty was "Ee-aw, Ee-aw!" like the braying of a jackass. "Bless thee, Bottom, bless thee; thou art translated," cried Quince, looking at Winterbottom. "Very well very well, Mr Western.

"Well, gosh!" said Smith, with feeling. Winterbottom Road unrolled itself into a white length of half-laid dust, between blown, sweet-smelling bay-clumps and boulder-filled meadows. "Is it being nice?" Kirk asked, for the twentieth time since they had left the train for the trolley-car.