Shall I repeat it ?' 'If you please,' said Mr.Pickwick.
'It runs thus,' said the grave man, still more gravely.
'"Say, have fiends in shape of boys, With wild halloo, and brutal noise, Hunted thee from marshy joys, With a dog, Expiring frog!"' 'Finely expressed,' said Mr.Pickwick.

'All point, Sir,' said Mr.
Leo Hunter; 'but you shall hear Mrs.Leo Hunter repeat it.

She can do justice to it, Sir.

She will repeat it, in character, Sir, to-morrow morning.' 'In character!' 'As Minerva.

But I forgot--it's a fancy-dress DEJEUNE.' 'Dear me,' said Mr.Pickwick, glancing at his own figure--'I can't possibly--' 'Can't, sir; can't!' exclaimed Mr.Leo Hunter.