But I'll no be sayin' I did no wink at my friend, the contralto.
The other singers tried to soothe the bass down, but they couldn't.

He looked like a great pouter pigeon, strutting about the room, and then he got red, and I thought he looked like an angry turkey cock.

The secretary of the society came in, and the basso attacked him at once.
"I say, Mr.Smith!" he cried.

"There's something wrong here, what! Fancy expecting me to appear on the same platform with this--this person in petticoats!" The secretary looked surprised, as well he micht!! "I'll not do it!" said the basso, getting angrier each second.

"You can keep him or me--both you can't have!" I was not much concerned.