.

. ?" "Yes," said I, "and Tawno Chikno." "Tawno Chik.

.

.?
I say, young fellow, I don't like your way of speaking; no, nor your way of looking.

You are mad, sir; you are mad; and what's this?
Why, your hair is grey! You won't do for the Honourable Company--they like red.