O, I know now--your toe you mean--where the gout lies.

They say, it begins at the great toe, and goes up to the stomach.

I suppose Alexander the Great was gouty and got his name from that." "I'm talking of the great dinner we're I to have on Thursday," shouted Topertoe.

"We'll have a splendid feed then, my famous old trencherman, and I'll take care that Doctor Doolittle shall not stint you." "There won't be any toast and water--eh ?" "Devil a mouthful; and we are to have the celebrated Cooke, the Pythagorean." "Ay, but is he a good cook ?" "He's the celebrated Pythagorean, I tell you." "Pythagorean--what's that?
I thought you said he was a cook.

Does he understand venison properly?
O, good Lord! what a life I'm leading! Toast and water--toast and water.