Friends of Fido with a rather obvious sneer. Banish the dumb creation from the pavements of great cities, had replied Inspired Commonsense.
And for our own poor part, Commissioners of the Office of Works, we think that reply is worth a statue.
Verax was making merry though at the expense of a public ornament, and the occupant of Messrs. Maple's best hearthrug, who remembered Verax perfectly well as a grubby infant at his private school, had already formed the pious resolve of putting the fear of God into Verax.
S. of P., having pondered long, sat down at his writing-table; dipped his quill with a certain inherent natural grandeur, and started out on his crushing reply:—"Sir, I have read with amazement the diatribe against my humble and unworthy self which appears under the signature of Verax, to which you have extended the generous hospitality of your columns."
At this point S. of P. bit his quill with such violence that a large blot was shaken from the end of it upon the monogram which decorated the communication.
"The problem as I envisage it"—S. of P. took a small gold pencil out of his waistcoat pocket and made a note on his blotting pad. "The problem as I envisage it"—but the problem that he did envisage was the Suffolk Colthurst, who at that moment entered the room.
The Suffolk Colthurst was large and blonde—so
