and do the dancing rooms and bars, and that, and wouldn't go 'ome

till morning, till daylight doth appear. And the next day I'd have

water-cresses, 'am, muffin, and fresh butter; wouldn't I just, O my!'

The clerk was interrupted by a fresh attack of coughing.

'Well, now, I'll tell you what I would do,' said the captain: 'I would

have none of your fancy rigs with the man driving from the mizzen

cross-trees, but a plain fore-and-aft hack cab of the highest registered

tonnage. First of all, I would bring up at the market and get a turkey

and a sucking-pig. Then I'd go to a wine merchant's and get a dozen of

champagne, and a dozen of some sweet wine, rich and sticky and strong,

something in the port or madeira line, the best in the store. Then I'd

bear up for a toy-store, and lay out twenty dollars in assorted toys

for the piccaninnies; and then to a confectioner's and take in cakes and

pies and fancy bread, and that stuff with the plums in it; and then to

a news-agency and buy all the papers, all the picture ones for the kids,

and all the story papers for the old girl about the Earl discovering

himself to Anna-Mariar and the escape of the Lady Maude from the private

madhouse; and then I'd tell the fellow to drive home.'

There ought to be some syrup for the kids,' suggested Herrick; 'they

like syrup.'

Yes, syrup for the kids, red syrup at that!' said the captain. 'And

those things they pull at, and go pop, and have measly poetry inside.

And then I tell you we'd have a thanksgiving day and Christmas tree

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