Ello!" said Rumbold, suddenly erect and turned about.

Can't we have some other point of view?" said Mr. Polly. "I'm tired

of the end elevation."

Eh?" said Mr. Rumbold, frankly puzzled.

Of all the vertebracious animals man alone raises his face to the

sky, O' Man. Well,--why invert it?"

Rumbold shook his head with a helpless expression.

"Don't like so much Arreary Pensy."

Rumbold distressed in utter obscurity.

"In fact, I'm sick of your turning your back on me, see?"

A great light shone on Rumbold. "That's what you're talking about!" he

said.

That's it," said Polly.

Rumbold scratched his ear with the three strawy jampots he held in his

hand. "Way the wind blows, I expect," he said. "But what's the fuss?"

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