122 BRAGGADOCIO.

George.—W ho chose you for their champion ?

Howard.—I chose myself; but that stout
fellow does not need my aid; he can defend
himself. It was only through his forbearance
and his sister’s prudence, that you escaped a
flogging last evening.

George—Flogging! 1 could flog two like
him at once, and the next time I catch him, he
had better look out. There now! They have
reached the island, and that girl springs out
and alights upon it as if she thought herself
the “ Lady of the Lake.”

Howard.—And her brother the “ Lord of
the Isle,” which in truth he is, if Ada’s in-
formation is correct.

George—A. dreadful silly thing it was for
old Gub to be coaxed into leasing it to him.

Howard.—Old Gub! Who do you mean ?

George-—One Mr. Sands Cramer, who is as
easily imposed upon as anybody I know.
When he is in good humor I can coax him out
of anything. |

Howard.—You ought to be ashamed to
speak so disrespectfully of your father.

George-—You’ve turned preacher, too. I