"I'll give you one month--no: you're such a good, thorough little chap, it will take longer--two months, to change your mind.

Only"-- he looked down at Rudolph with a comic, elderly air--"let me observe, our yellow people have that rather neat proverb.

A hen's head, dear chap,--not with a battle-axe! No.

Hot weather's coming, too.

No sorrows of Werther, now, over such"-- He laughed again.