But that was not like him at all.
He weighed, I'll be bound,
Three or four hundred pound,
And he looked most uncommonly tall,
--monly tall,
And he looked most uncommonly tall."


"Bravo! bravo!" cried Travis, pounding on the table. "Hear, hear--
none, Brutus, none."

Condy sat down on the table and swung his legs But during the next
few moments, while they were eating the last of their cheese, his
good spirits fell rapidly away from him. He heaved a sigh, and
thrust both hands gloomily into his pockets.

"Cheese, Condy?" asked Travis.

He shook his head with a dark frown, muttering: "No cheese, no
cheese."

"What's wrong, Condy--what's the matter?" asked Travis, with
concern.

For some time he would not tell her, answering all her inquiries
by closing his eyes and putting his chin in the air, nodding his
head in knowing fashion.

"But what is it?"