24/46 I have promised Mary to top the onions and bury the cilery, and murder the bates." "Do what wi' the beets ?" inquired the puzzled Dannie. I'm too tinder-hearted to be burying anything but a dead bate, Dannie. That's a thousand years old, but laugh, like I knew you would, old Ramphirinkus! No, thank you, I don't go to town!" Then Dannie was scared. "He's going to be dreadfully seek or go mad," he said. "It's the drink! In time it makes a fool sodden and a bright man mad. |