Tut! tut! tut! Now, honest, Mrs.Hepton, ain't this--er--whatever-you-call-it a close relation--a sort of hash with its city clothes on, hey ?" The landlady admitted that a souffle was something not unlike a hash.
Captain Elisha nodded.
"I thought so," he declared.

"I was sartin sure I couldn't be mistaken.
What is it used to be in the song book?
'You can smash--you can--' Well, I don't remember.

Somethin' about your bein' able to smash the vase if you wanted to, but the smell of the posies was there yet." Mr.Ludlow, the bookseller, supplied the quotation.
"'You may break, you may shatter The vase if you will, But the scent of the roses Will cling to it still,'" he said, smiling.
"That's it.

Much obliged.

You can warm up and rechristen the hash if you will; but the corned beef and cabbage stay right on deck.