"Well, w'en that bobby had told me his nose was two-foot-six inches long I feels a most unaccountable and astonishin' gush of indignation come over me. What it was at I don't know no more nor the man in the moon. P'r'aps it was the sudden thought of all the troubles that bobbies has brought on me from the day I was born till now. Anyhow, I was took awful bad. My buzzum felt fit to bust. I knowed that I must do somethin' to him or die; so I seized that bobby by the nose, and hauled him flat down on his breast. He was so took with surprise that he never made any struggle, but gived vent to a most awful howl. My joy at havin' so easily floored my natural enemy was such that I replied with a Cherokee yell. Then I gave his nose a pull up so strong that it well-nigh broke his neck an' set him straight on his pins again! Oh! Howlet, you can't think what a jolly dream it was. To do it all so easy, too!" "Well, what happened arter that?" asked Owlet. "Nothin' happened after that," returned Stumpy, with a somewhat sad expression on his usually gleeful visage. "It's a wery strange thing, Howlet, that dreams inwariably wanishes away just at the most interestin' p'int. Did you ever notice that?" "Notice it! I should think I did. Why the dream that I had w'en I was layin' alongside o' you was o' that sort exactly. It was all about wittles, too, an' it's made me that 'ungry I feels like a ravagin' wolf." "Come along, then, Howlet, an' you an' me will ravage somethin' wi' them browns o' mine. We'll 'ave a good breakfast, though it should be our last, an' I'll stand treat." "You're a trump, Stumpy; an' I'll tell you _my_ dream as we goes along." "Hall right--but mind you don't come prosy over me. I can't stand it no more nor yourself." "You mind Dick Wilkin, don't you?" "What--the young man from the country as I've see'd standin' at the dock gates day after day for weeks without getting took on?" "That's him," continued Owlet, with a nod, as he shoved his hand into his trousers pockets. "He brought a wife and five kids from the country with him--thinkin' to better hisself in London. Ha! a sweet little town for a cove as is 'ard up to better hisself in--ho yes, certingly!" remarked the precocious boy in a tone of profound sarcasm.