What'll we do?
Think of something.

Is there anything we can break ?" Then, without any transition, he vaulted upon the table and began to declaim, with tremendous gestures: "There once was a beast called an Ounce, Who went with a spring and a bounce.
His head was as flat As the head of a cat, This quadrupetantical Ounce, -- -tical Ounce, This quadrupetantical Ounce.
"You'd think from his name he was small, But that was not like him at all.
He weighed, I'll be bound, Three or four hundred pound, And he looked most uncommonly tall, -- monly tall, And he looked most uncommonly tall." "Bravo! bravo!" cried Travis, pounding on the table.

"Hear, hear--none, Brutus, none." Condy sat down on the table and swung his legs But during the next few moments, while they were eating the last of their cheese, his good spirits fell rapidly away from him.

He heaved a sigh, and thrust both hands gloomily into his pockets.
"Cheese, Condy ?" asked Travis.
He shook his head with a dark frown, muttering: "No cheese, no cheese." "What's wrong, Condy--what's the matter ?" asked Travis, with concern.
For some time he would not tell her, answering all her inquiries by closing his eyes and putting his chin in the air, nodding his head in knowing fashion.
"But what is it ?" "You don't respect me," he muttered; and for a long time this was all that could be got from him.

No, no, she did not respect him; no, she did not take him seriously.
"But of course I do.