'I'll take you as you are.

Never mind me.

I hate being made company of.

Just treat me like one of yourselves; toad-in-the-hole, dog-in-the-blanket, beef-steaks and oyster-sauce, rabbits and onions--anything; nothing comes amiss to me.' So saying, and while Jogglebury sat purple and unable to articulate, Mr.
Sponge applied his hand to the ivory bell-knob and sounded an imposing peal.

Mr.Jogglebury sat wondering what was going to happen, and thinking what a wigging he would get from Mrs.J.if he didn't manage to shake off his friend.