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Mrs. Jogglebury then
proceeded with:
'Ou go before--'
CHILD.--'With bottle and bag,'
MAMMA.--'And I'll follow after--'
CHILD.--'With 'ittle Jack Nag.'
'Well now, that _is_ wonderful!' exclaimed Mr. Sponge, hurrying on his
dog-skin gloves, and wishing both Obin and Ichard farther.
'Isn't it!' exclaimed Mrs. Jogglebury, in ecstasies; then addressing the
child, she said, 'Now that _is_ a good boy--that _is_ a fine fellow. Now
couldn't he say it all over by himself, doesn't he think?' Mrs. Jogglebury
looking at Sponge, as if she was meditating the richest possible treat for
him.
'Oh,' replied Mr. Sponge, quite tired of the detention, 'he'll tell me it
when I return--he'll tell me it when I return,' at the same time giving the
child another parting chuck under the chin. But the child was not to be put
off in that way, and instead of crouching, and nestling, and hiding its
face, it looked up quite boldly, and after a little hesitation went through
'Obin and Ichard,' to the delight of Mrs.


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