'What can that mean! Ah, it's Latin,' said he, opening the volume.

_Contes a ma Fille_, read he off the back of another.

'That sounds like racin',' observed he, opening the volume, 'it's Latin too,' said he, returning it.

'However, never mind, we'll "sugar Puff's milk," as Mr.Bragg would say, without po'try.' So saying, Mr.Spraggon stumped back to his easy-chair.

'Well, now,' said he, seating himself comfortably in it, 'let's see where did we go first?
"He broke at the lower end of the cover, and, crossing the brook, made straight for Fleecyhaugh Water Meadows, over which," you may say, "there's always a ravishing scent."' 'Have you got that ?' asked Jack, after what he thought a sufficient lapse of time for writing it.
'"Ravishing scent,"' repeated Sponge as he wrote the words.
'Very good,' said Jack, smoking and considering.