echo--which repeated the phrase, or rather the last three letters
of the last word in an irritating fashion.

"I feel like one," said Mr. Daddles, "but I don't like to be told
so by a blooming old echo."

Then we all stood and looked at one another, and wondered what we
should do.

"Friendless and alone, in a strange place," said Mr. Daddles.

"Wet," said Ed Mason.

"Hungry," I added.

"Tired," said Jimmy.

"With no money," remarked Mr. Daddles.

"And nothing that we could do with it, if we had it," Jimmy Toppan
gloomily reflected, shoving his hands deep into his trousers
pockets.

"And it's ten o'clock," I suggested.

"Eleven," said Jimmy.

"Twelve," thought Ed Mason.

"Our case is desperate," said Mr. Daddles, "but we'll pull