He cared nothing for his hat-crown, no; nor for his coat-lap either.

Nay, he wouldn't have cared if it had been made into a spencer.
'What's to-day?
Monday,' said his lordship, answering himself.

'Monday,' he repeated; 'Monday--bubble-and-squeak, I guess--sooner it's ready the better, for I'm half-famished--didn't do half-justice to that nice breakfast at Springy's.

That nasty brown-booted buffer completely threw me off my feed.

By the way, what became of the chestnut-booted animal ?' 'Went home,' replied Jack; 'fittest place for him.' 'Hope he'll stay there,' rejoined his lordship.