Telson had to admit that his turn _had_ come, and relieved himself by announcing that he would _prithee_ his candid chronicler some day in a way which would astonish him.
"`Meditations at breakfast,' continued the diary.

`The world is very big.

I am small in the world.

I will ambition twenty lines for gross conduct with Harrison--throwing bread I repent entirely.

Parson wanted me to do his "Caesar" for him.'" "Oh, what a whacker!" exclaimed Parson.
"`I declined, owing to not knowing--'" "I can believe that!" added Parson.
"`Both detained for gross conduct not knowing verbs my home is far away.
Let out at 12:28.'" "What rot it is!" exclaimed Parson, looking up.