I'll try it.

Good night.' 'Good night,' returned Mrs.Mel.

'Don't forget to jump into the middle.' 'Head foremost, ma'am ?' 'As you weigh,' said Mrs.Mel, and Old Tom trumped his lips, silenced if not beaten.

Beaten, one might almost say, for nothing more was heard of him that night.
He presented himself to Mrs.Mel after breakfast next morning.
'Slept well, ma'am.' 'Oh! then you did as I directed you,' said Mrs.Mel.
'Those chops, too, very good.

I got through 'em.' 'Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning,' said Mrs.Mel.
'Ha! you've got your word, then, as well as everybody else.