In a moment the wire was removed, and the cork burst out triumphantly, even before it was pulled, showering a grateful froth of fizz into the waistcoat of the operator.
"It's beautifully well up.

Thank you, Lickford, how much ?" said Mrs Stratton.
"They're a shilling a dozen.

I mean three-halfpence each," said D'Arcy.
"We can give you change." "Here's twopence.

I'll take a halfpenny apple.

That will make it right, won't it ?" And amid loud cheers she departed.
The ice thus broken, a rush took place, as Ridgway, who was poetical, said-- "Fellows may step in where angels didn't fear to tread." Then did D'Arcy and Lickford pant and perspire, and wish they had never been born.