Some do as the Spartan boy did when the wolf bit him." "How'd the Spartan boy do ?" asked Mr.Newt.
"He covered it up, laughed, and dropped dead." "Gracious!" said Mr.Boniface Newt.
"Or like Boccaccio's basil-pot," continued Abel, calmly; pouring forth smoke, while his befogged papa inquired, "What on earth do you mean by Boccaccio's basil-pot ?" "Why, a girl's lover had his head cut off, and she put it in a flower-pot, and covered it up that way, and instead of laughing herself, set flowers to blooming over it." "Goodness me, Abel, what are you talking about ?" "Of Love, the canker-worm, Sir," replied Abel, imperturbable, and emitting smoke.
It was evidently not the busy season in the Dry-goods Commission House of Boniface Newt & Son.
When Mr.Van Boozenberg went home to dinner, he said: "Ma, you'd better improve this werry pleasant weather and start for Saratogy as soon as you can.

Mr.Boniface Newt tells me his wife and family is there, and you'll find them werry pleasant folks.

I jes' want you to write me all about 'em.

You see, ma, one of our directors to-day sez to me, after board, sez he, 'The Boniface Newts is a going it slap-dash up to Saratogy.' I laughed, and sez I, 'Why shouldn't they?
but I don't believe they be,' sez I.Sez he, 'I'll bet you a new shawl for your wife they be,' sez he.

Sez I, 'Done.' So you see ma, if so be they be, werry well.