Take hold!' Kit took it, and when he was locked up again, read as follows.
'Drink of this cup, you'll find there's a spell in its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality.

Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen! HER cup was a fiction, but this is reality (Barclay and Co.'s) .-- If they ever send it in a flat state, complain to the Governor.

Yours, R.S.' 'R.

S.!' said Kit, after some consideration.

'It must be Mr Richard Swiveller.