The trees--" "Never mind the trees, Gadgem.

We will take those up later on.

Tell me what I can do for you--what do you want ?" "A GUN, sir--a plain, straightforward GUN--one that can be relied upon.
Not for mySELF, sir--I am not murderously inclined--but for a friend who has commissioned me--the exact word, sir--although the percentage is small--comMISsioned me to acquire for him a fowling piece of the pattern, weight, and build of those belonging to St.George W.Temple, Esquire, of Kennedy Square-and so I made bold, sir, to--" "You won't find it, Gadgem," replied St.George, buttering the toast.

"I have two that I have shot with for years that haven't their match in the State.

Todd, bring me one of those small bird guns--there, behind the door in the rack.