THE RIVAL MUSICIANS.

“Very well, sir,” said Patch, good naturedly, and clearing his throat,

in a very deep voice began :—
“My heart’s in a erecta
~.“ Pom-a, pom-a, pom, pom. Pom-a, pom-a, pom, pom,”- struck: in.

- Sandy by way of accompaniment. |
| “ My heart’s in the La-r-d-er!”’
wailed out Patch again. as

‘. Tut, tut!” said Switch, flourishing his stick, and looking very cross
at Patch. ‘Come, hurry up out of that larder, will you—and-you,” looking
looking fiercely at Punch, “ why are you not ‘ tum-tumming Dp”
( “Please, sir, I can’t,” said Punch, submissively.

   
 
   

“You can’t tum-tum ?”
“No.2? Why?”
“ Because Patch will hang about
that larder so long,
ge, 2nd my mouth
“waters at the bare
thought of a larder,.
so that I can’t, I
really can’t play!”
. Here Punch shoots
his trumpet to and
fro, just as do the.
great musicians. —

“ Suppose we take a gallop hea? said the perplexed Switch, trying to
get out of the difficulty. He meant, of course, ‘‘ Let us play a gallop.” But
Sandy and Punch did not understand this.

They took the gallop, yelping “Hurrah!” and banged down their

trumpets as they scampered round the playground. ;

Switch growled, “That all comes of your stupid Lar-der‘ard-ering,” hee
said, laying his stick about poor Patch’s‘shoulders. ‘‘ Why are you always
reminding us of something to eat at the most inconvenient times. J’ll turn — -

you out of our band, I will.” . . es =