. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. with • Coinic iViimial, 1S33. THE ABSTRACTION. 565 some alarm, and letting go the bridle of Old Ball, who very quietlyled Old Dumpling back again into the stable ; you dont mean tosay the honey-pots ? I dont mean to say the honey-pots, said Thickset, literally fohlowinir the instructions lie had received. What made you screech out then? said Quickset, appealing toThickset. What made me screech out then? said Thickset, appeahng toQuickset, and determined to say as he said. The ftllovvs drunk, said the landlord ; the ales got into his head.
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. with • Coinic iViimial, 1S33. THE ABSTRACTION. 565 some alarm, and letting go the bridle of Old Ball, who very quietlyled Old Dumpling back again into the stable ; you dont mean tosay the honey-pots ? I dont mean to say the honey-pots, said Thickset, literally fohlowinir the instructions lie had received. What made you screech out then? said Quickset, appealing toThickset. What made me screech out then? said Thickset, appeahng toQuickset, and determined to say as he said. The ftllovvs drunk, said the landlord ; the ales got into his head. Ale ! what ale has he had ? inquired Quickset, rather anxiously. Ale ! what ale have I had? echoed Thickset, looking sober withall his might. Hes not drunk, shouted Quickset; theres something thematter. * Im not drunk ; there is something the matter, bellowed Thickset,and with his fore-finger he pointed to the waggon. * You dont mean to say the honey,said Quickset, his voice falling. I dotit mean to say the honey, said Thickset, his caution A The gesture of Thickset, however, had conveyed some vague notioHof dan-^r 10 his companion With the agility of a cat he climbed onthe waL;gnii. and with the superhuman activity of a demon, soon 566 THE ABSTRACTION. pitched down every bundle of besoms. There is a proverb that nei»brooms sweep clean, nnd they certainly seemed to have swept everyparticle of honey clean out of the waggon. Oiiiclset was thunderstruck ; he stood gazing at the empty vehiclein silence, while his hands wandered wildly through his hair, as if inse:irch of the absent combs. When he found words at last, they were no part of the , however, did not suffice to vent his passion ; and he began tostamp and dance about, tid the mud of the stable-yard flew round likeanything you like. A plague take him and his honey-pots, too, said the chamber-maid, as she looked at a ne^v pattern on her best gingham. Its no matter, said Quickset, I wont
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