THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



now mirth-convulsed company. ' Who 's made my 

 Pigg so drunk ? ' 



Nobody answered. 



' Didn't leave his sty so,' muttered our master, 

 lowering himself jockey ways from his horse. 



"Old my quad,' said he to Charley, handing 

 him Arterxerxes, ' while I go in and see.' 



Our master then stumped in, and presently 

 encountering the great attraction of the place 

 the beautiful Miss D'Oiley asked her, with a 

 smiling countenance and a hand in a pocket, as 

 if about to pay, ' Wot his 'untsman 'ad 'ad ? ' 



'Oh, sir, it is all paid,' replied Miss D'Oiley, 

 smiling as sweetly upon Jorrocks as she did on 

 the generality of her father's customers, for she 

 had no more heart than a punch-bowl. 



' Is all paid ? ' muttered our friend. 



' Yes, sir ; each gentleman paid as he sent out 

 the glass.' 



' Humph ! ' twigged Mr. Jorrocks, adding, with 

 a grunt, 'and that's wot these critters call 

 sport ! ' 



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