in water.” Whereupon you, Columbia, with real American gallantry: “Oh, they’ll keep for ever, Mr. Lawrence. They couldn’t be so cruel as to go and die, such perfectly lovely-colored ideas. Lovely! Thank you ever, ever so much.”

Just think of it, Columbia, how pleased we shall be with one another: and how much nicer it will be than if you snorted “High-falutin’ Nonsense” — or “Wordy mass of repulsive rubbish.”

When they were busy making Italy, and were just going to put it in the oven to bake: that is, when Garibaldi and Vittorio Emmanuele had won their victories at Caserta, Naples prepared to give them a triumphant entry. So there sat the little king in his carriage: he had short legs and huge swagger mustaches and a very