'Ancore!' shouted the gentleman in the plaid waistcoat immediately, hammering the table with a stout-bottle.

Miss J'mima Ivins's friend's young man eyed the man behind the waistcoat from head to foot, and cast a look of interrogative contempt towards Mr.Samuel Wilkins.

Comic song, accompanied on the organ.

Miss J'mima Ivins was convulsed with laughter--so was the man with the whiskers.

Everything the ladies did, the plaid waistcoat and whiskers did, by way of expressing unity of sentiment and congeniality of soul; and Miss J'mima Ivins, and Miss J'mima Ivins's friend, grew lively and talkative, as Mr.Samuel Wilkins, and Miss J'mima Ivins's friend's young man, grew morose and surly in inverse proportion.
Now, if the matter had ended here, the little party might soon have recovered their former equanimity; but Mr.Samuel Wilkins and his friend began to throw looks of defiance upon the waistcoat and whiskers.