THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



over to break it. ' Go on! ye miserable man- 

 monkey of a boy!' repeats he, as Xerxes now 

 turned tail, nearly upsetting our master ' Oh you 

 epitome of a tailor ! ' groaned Jorrocks ; ' you 're of 

 no more use wi' 'ounds than a lady's-maid, do 

 believe I could make as good a whipper-in out of 

 a carrot ! See ! you Ve set my quad a refusin', and 

 I'll bet a guinea 'at to a 'alf-crown wide-awake, 

 he'll not face another fence to-day. Come hup, 

 I say, you hugly beast ! ' now roared Jorrocks, pre- 

 tending to put Arterxerxes resolutely at it, but in 

 reality holding him hard by the head, 'Get off, 

 ye useless apology of a hosier and pull it down, or 

 I'll give you sich a wopping as '11 send you to 

 Blair Athol for the rest of the day,' exclaimed our 

 half-distracted master, brandishing his flail of a 

 whip as he spoke. 



Ben gladly alighted, and by dint of pulling 

 away the dead thorns, and scratching like a rabbit 

 at the bank, he succeeded in greatly reducing the 

 obstacle. 



' Now lead him over ! ' cried Mr. Jorrocks, 



.83 



