occasion the Admiral, who had been prevailed upon to leave his bed,
executed a manoeuvre the audacity of which should have commanded
success.

He crossed the road, and opened a conversation with the driver.

But success does not always wait on the brave. The van-driver
happened to have a temper as short as the Admiral's, and far less
reverence.

"Good-morning," said the Admiral, cheerily.

"Mornin'."

"What's a-foot to-day?"

"Same as yesterday--twelve inches."

The Admiral was rather taken aback, but smiled, nevertheless, and
persevered.

"Ha, ha! very good. You are a wit, I perceive."

But the driver's conversation teemed with the unexpected.

"Look 'ere, Ruby-face! give me any more of your sass an' I'll punch
yer 'ed for tuppence."

This was conclusive. The Admiral struck his flag, re-crossed the
street, went indoors, and had it out with Mrs. Buzza. Indeed, at the