my men right into the middle of——what's that?" the Military Hero exclaimed in agitated tones, drawing back behind the Vice-Warden, as a strange creature rushed wildly upon them, brandishing a spade.
"It's only the Gardener!" the Vice-Warden replied in an encouraging tone. "Quite harmless, I assure you. Hark, he's singing! It's his favorite amusement."
And once more those shrill discordant tones rang out:
"He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus:
'If this should stay to dine! he said,
'There won't be much for us!'"
Throwing away the spade, he broke into a frantic jig, snapping his fingers, and repeating, again and again,
"There won't be much for us!
There won't be much for us!"
