"I say, Matthew, this Chow next door is a luxurious heathen.

He's got all sorts of lovely preserved fruits in beautiful juices, and cakes, and ginger floating in its own gravy, and there is a bottle of Chinese brand under the counter.

Now, Matthew, I think it is a sin to encourage the inferior races to indulge in intoxicants." "Don't," cried the Living Skeleton, a ring of anguish in his tones.

"Yeh know, it's agin the rules t' talk t' me of things t' eat.

It makes me fat." Poor Matty Cann groaned aloud.