Tin mantraps!" said Mr. Polly.

Jer (kik) doing?"

Dressing all over the pavement as though the blessed town belonged to

you! Ugh!"

And Mr. Polly in attempting a dignified movement realised his

entanglement with the dustbin for the first time. With a low

embittering expression he kicked his foot about in it for a moment

very noisily, and finally sent it thundering to the curb. On its way

it struck a pail or so. Then Mr. Polly picked up his bicycle and

proposed to resume his homeward way. But the hand of Mr. Rusper

arrested him.

"Put it (kik) all (kik kik) back (kik)."

"Put it (kik) back yourself."

"You got (kik) put it back."

"Get out of the (kik) way."

Mr. Rusper laid one hand on the bicycle handle, and the other gripped

Mr. Polly's collar urgently. Whereupon Mr. Polly said: "Leggo!" and

again, "D'you hear! Leggo!" and then drove his elbow with

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