a thump on Bill's head. As Bill was unprepared for this act of
boisterous humour, his face was pushed into the Puddin' with great
violence, and the gravy as splashed in his eye.

"What d'yer mean, playin' such bungfoodlin' tricks on a man at
breakfast?" roared Bill.

"What d'yer mean," shouted the Puddin', "playing such
foodbungling tricks on a Puddin' being breakfasted at?"

"Breakfast humour, Bill, merely breakfast humour," said Sam,
hastily.

"Humour's humour," shouted Bill, "but puddin' in the whiskers is
no joke."

"Whiskers in the Puddin' is worse than puddin' in the whiskers,"
shouted the Puddin', standing up in his basin.

"Observe the rules, Bill," said Sam hurriedly. "Boisterous
humour at the breakfast table must be greeted with roars of
laughter."

"To Jeredelum with the rules," shouted Bill. "Pushing a man's
face into his own breakfast is beyond rules or reason, and deserves
a punch in the gizzard."

Seeing matters arriving at this unpromising situation, Bunyip
Bluegum interposed by saying, "Rather than allow this happy
occasion to be marred by unseemly recriminations, let us, while