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ME. SPONGE'S SPOUTING TOUR. 



" And whativer am I to do for clotliiir ? " asked Leather, 

 addin»-, " I've nothin' with me — nothin' nonther for oss nor 

 man." 



" Oh, the ostler '11 lend you what you want," replied Sponge, in 

 a tone of determination ; adding, " you can make shift for one 

 night, surely ? " 



MR. LEATHER AND SPONGE HAVE A BIFFERENf'F. OF OPINION. 



" One night, surely ! " retorted Leather. " D'ye think an oss 

 can't be ruined in one night ?— humph ! " 



" I'll risk it," said Sponge. 



" But I won't," replied Leather, blowing the foam from the 

 tankard, and taking a long swig at the ale. " I thinks I knows 

 my duty to my gov'nor better nor that," continued he, setting it 

 down. " I'll not sec his walnable 'untcrs stowed away in pigsties 

 — not T, indeed." 



