" Not ett--met," shouted Bill. "I said, met a singed possum."

"Why can't yer speak plainly, then," said the Parrot. "Have you
got a fill of tobacco on yer?"

He took out his pipe and scowled at Bill.

"Here you are," said Bill. "Cut a fill an' answer the
question."

" All in good time," said the Parrot, and he added to Sam,
"You got any tobacco?"

Sam handed him a fill, and he put it in his pocket. "You ain't
got any tobacco," he said scornfully to Bunyip Bluegum. "I can
see that at a glance. You're one of the non-smoking sort, all fur
and feathers."

"Here," said Bill angrily, "Enough o' this beatin' about the
bush. Answer the question."

"Don't be impatient," said the Parrot. "Have you got a bit o'
tea an' sugar on yer?"

"Here's yer tea an' sugar," said Bill, handing a little of each
out of the bag. "An that's the last thing you get. Now will you
answer the question?"

"Wot question," asked the Parrot.