My poor house was all 'Amlet!" "And," inquired Mr Armstrong, flushed with the sudden discovery, but as cool as ever, "you had a pass to see the play, of course ?" "_Mon dieu_! it was all the pay I got.

'Amlet come to my house with his twenty hungry mouth, and eat me up, flesh and bone.

He sleep in my beds, he sleep on my roof, he sleep in my stable.

The place is 'Amlet's.

And all my pay is one piece of card bidding me see him play himself." "And was it well played ?" Asked Mr Armstrong.
"Well played?
How do I know?
But six persons came to see it--I one-- and in six minutes it is all done.