Me, I believe, knowing, as I think, something that'll do for you to put in your paper.

You see, Mr.Spargo, it come about in this fashion--happen you'll be for me to tell it in my own way." "That," answered Spargo, "is precisely what I desire." "Well, to be sure, I couldn't tell it in no other," declared Mr.
Webster.

"You see, sir, I read your paper this morning while I was waiting for my breakfast--they take their breakfasts so late in them hotels--and when I'd read it, and looked at the pictures, I says to my wife 'As soon as I've had my breakfast,' I says, 'I'm going to where they print this newspaper to tell 'em something.' 'Aye ?' she says, 'Why, what have you to tell, I should like to know ?' just like that, Mr.Spargo." "Mrs.Webster," said Spargo, "is a lady of businesslike principles.

And what have you to tell ?" Mr.Webster looked into the crown of his hat, looked out of it, and smiled knowingly.
"Well, sir," he continued, "Last night, my wife, she went out to a part they call Clapham, to take her tea and supper with an old friend of hers as lives there, and as they wanted to have a bit of woman-talk, like, I didn't go.

So thinks I to myself, I'll go and see this here House of Commons.