"
"Then let's play menagerie, an' you be all the animals."
To this proposition I assented, and after hiding ourselves in one
of the retired angles of the house, so that no one could know who
was guilty of disturbing the peace by such dire noises, the
performance commenced. I was by turns a bear, a lion, a zebra, an
elephant, dogs of various kinds, and a cat. As I personated the
latter-named animals, Toddie echoed my voice.
"Miauw! Miauw!" said he, "dat's what cats saysh when they goesh
down wells."
"Faith, an' it's him that knows," remarked Mike, who had invited
himself to a free seat in the menagerie, and assisted in the
applause which had greeted each personation.
"Would ye belave it, Misther Harry, dhat young dhivil got out the
front door one mornin' afore sunroise, all in his little noight-
gown, an' wint over to the doctor's an' picked up a kitten lyin'
on the kitchen door-mat, an' throwed it down dhe well. The docthor
wasn't home, but the missis saw him, an' her heart was dhat
tindher that she hurried out and throwed boords down for dhe poor
little baste to stand on, an' let down a hoe on a sthring, an'
whin she got dhe poor little dhing out, she was dhat faint that
she dhrapped on dhe grass. An' it cost Mr. Lawrence nigh onto
thirty dollars to have dhe docthor's well claned out.
Pages:
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150