I never sneaked of him in my life!" "Wire in, old man, and get to the race," urged Parson impatiently.
"Here, this looks like it," said Telson, reading.

"`Being the boat-race no afternoon school I am pleased.

A vast mass on the towpath I being in flannels waited twenty-three minutes for the start.

Meditating as I stood, how vast is the world.' (Hullo! he had that before; that seems to be his usual meditation.) `How vast is the world.

I am small in the world Parson is a conceited ass.'" Parson turned very red in the face, of course, at this unexpected turn, which, however, his two companions greatly enjoyed.
"`Parson is a conceited ass--'" "I say, you needn't go over it twice," expostulated the injured youth.
"`A conceited ass,'" continued Telson, his voice wavering with suppressed laughter.