'But where's my little friend, Augustus James?' asked he, on arriving at
the wonder's high chair by the side of mamma. 'Where's my little friend,
Augustus James?' asked he, with an air of concern.
'Oh, _Gustavus_ James,' replied Mrs. Jog, with an emphasis on Gustavus;
'_Gustavus_ James is not very well this morning; had a little indigestion
during the night.'
'Poor little hound,' observed Mr. Sponge, filling his mouth with hot
kidney, glad to be rid for a time of the prodigy. 'I thought I heard a row
when I came home, which was rather late for an early man like me, but the
fact was, nothing would serve Sir Harry but I should go with him to get
some refreshment at a tenant's of his; and we got on talking, first about
one thing, and then about another, and the time slipped away so quickly,
that day was gone before I knew where I was; and though Sir Harry was most
anxious--indeed, would hardly take a refusal--for me to go home with him, I
felt that, being a guest here, I couldn't do it--at least, not then; so I
got my horse, and tried to find my way with such directions as the farmer
gave me, and soon lost my way, for the moon was uncertain, and the country
all strange both to me and my horse.
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