Oh, he's an awful ass! It was he who said at a public function 'The Mayor of Wymington must be like Caesar's wife--all things to all men!' Oh, he's a colossal ass! And his conceit! My word!" "You needn't expatiate on it," said I."I who speak have suffered much at the hands of Sir Gerald Macnaughton." "If he did get into Parliament he'd expect an armchair to be put for him next to the Speaker.

Really, Lola, you never saw such a chap.

If there was any one else up against me I wouldn't mind.

Anyway, I'm running down to Wymington to-morrow to interview the committee.

And if they choose me, then it'll be a case of 'Lord don't help me and don't help the b'ar, and you'll see the derndest best b'ar fight that ever was.' I'll make things hum in Wymington!" He went on eagerly to explain how he would make things hum.