I wisht I hadn't tried it.

Then he tells me a quest is a hunt.

And I'm glad that's over with.
But it ain't.

Fur purty soon he says: "Danny, did you ever hear of Lady Clara Vere de Vere ?" "No," I says, "who is she ?" "A lady friend of Lord Tennyson's," he says, "whose manners were above reproach." "Well," I says, "she sounds kind of like a medicine to me." "Lady Clara," he says, "and all the other Vere de Veres, were people with manners we should try to imitate.

If Lady Clara had been here last night when I was talking to myself, Danny, her manners wouldn't have let her listen to what I was talking about." "I didn't listen!" I says.