"Wonder if I could attract the attention of one of the servants and bribe him to get me something ?" As he walked around the little room his eyes caught some writing on the wall.

There were several bits of doggerel, one running as follows: "I am a prisoner of old Josiah, I'd feel much better if I had a fire!" "I can sympathize with that fellow," murmured Pepper, as he slapped his hands across his chest, trying to get up more circulation.

Then he walked around the room, reading another doggerel or two.

Finally he drew out a lead pencil.
"Guess I'll play Shakespeare myself," he murmured, and after some thought, scribbled down the following: "And I am jugged Alone in solitude, and by myself Alone.

I sit and think, and think, And think again.