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Come, what's to be done, The Ellis? Begin, begin!"
"And finish, finish!" cried the eldest: "I can't bear to be long about any thing: there's nothing so fogrum."
Their brother, now, ventured, gently, to caution them not to make use of the word fogrum, which, he assured them, was by no means received in good company.
"O, I hate good company!" cried the eldest: "It always makes me fall asleep."
"So do I," cried the youngest; "except when I take upon myself to wake it. O! that's the delight of my life! to run wild upon a set of formals, who think one brainless, only because one is not drowsy. Do you know any fogrums of that sort, brother?"
The merriment that this question, which they meant to be personal, occasioned, extremely confused Sir Marmaduke; and his evident consciousness flung them into such immoderate laugh-
