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Mrs. Jog was delighted, and found herself pouring the tea into the
sugar-basin instead of into Jog's cup.
Mr. Sponge, too, applauded. 'Well, that _was_ very clever,' said he,
filling his mouth with cold ham.
'"Saddle my dog, and bridle my hog"--I'll trouble you for another cup of
tea,' addressing Mrs. Crowdey.
'No, not "saddle my dog," sil-l-e-y man!' drawled the child, making a pet
lip: '"saddle my _hog_."'
'Oh! "saddle my hog," was it?' replied Mr. Sponge, with apparent surprise;
'I thought it was "saddle my dog." I'll trouble you for the sugar, Mrs.
Jogglebury'; adding, 'you have devilish good cream here; how many cows have
you?'
'Cows (puff), cows (wheeze)?' replied Jogglebury; 'how many cows?' repeated
he.
'Oh, _two_,' replied Mrs. Jogglebury tartly, vexed at the interruption.
'Pardon me (puff),' replied Jogglebury slowly and solemnly, with a full
blow into his frill; 'pardon me, Mrs. (puff) Jogglebury (wheeze) Crowdey,
but there are _three_ (wheeze).'
'Not in milk. Jog--not in milk,' retorted Mrs.


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