the admirable Puddin'."

"Well spoken," said Bill, admiringly. "Which I will say, that
for turning off a few well-chosen words no parson in the land is
the equal of yourself."

"Your health!" said Bunyip Bluegum.

The singing that evening was particularly loud and prolonged,
owing to the satisfaction they all felt at the recovery of their
beloved Puddin'. The Puddin', who had got the sulks over Sam's
remark that fifteen goes of steak and kidney were enough for any
self-respecting man, protested against the singing, which, he said,
disturbed his gravy. "`More eating and less noise,' is my
motto," he said, and he called Bill a leather-headed old barrel
organ for reproving him.

"Albert is a spoilt child, I fear," said Bill, shoving him into
the bag to keep him quiet, and without more ado, led off with--

"Ho! aboard the Salt Junk Sarah,
Rollin' home around the Horn,
The Bo'sun pulls the Captain's nose
For treatin' him with scorn.

"Rollin' home, rollin' home,
Rollin' home across the foam.
The Bo'sun goes with thumps and blows
The whole way rollin' home.