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of even the most obdurate obstructor being de- 
spatched to either the Tower, or the Block. 
It was Cuttle who provided me with that satis- 
faction, and it is not one of the least of the many 
debts that I owe him. 
‘What can be the name of this thing, I wonder, 
Cuttle?” I said, rising exhausted from an effort 
to hinder a fresh colony from enmeshing and 
strangling a line of ‘“ Laurette Messimy ” which 
had been recently planted upon the top of a 
slope. 
“I’m not sure as I can tell you its proper 
name, ma’am, but about here we calls it ‘Snaking 
Tommy.’” 
Admirable Cuttle! ‘“Snaking Tommy” of 
course! The instant I heard it I felt convinced 
that in that preliminary naming of all plants 
and animals performed by Adam in the garden 
of Eden, that, and no other, must have been 
the name bestowed upon this. It is true some 
theologian might assure me that there were no 
weeds in the garden of Eden, but that I think is 
not particularly likely, because, whether there 
were weeds in that garden or not, there are 
certainly no theologians in this one. Moreover 
we all know that the snake was there, to 
everyones immeasurable discomfort. And if 
the snake, why not, let me ask, ‘“ Snaking 
Tommy ”? 
