"Landlord! I've changed my mind.—shan't sleep with him.
I'll try the bench here."
"as you please; But wait,
I've got a plane, and an old handkerchief,
The shavings flew; The landlord was near sprain.

the bench, too short; but mended with a chair.
too narrow, and the other higher than—
the bench along the wall, a draught of air
under the sill a series of whirlwinds

Thinks I, I'll wait awhile; he must drop in.
we may be jolly fellows after all—
But though the other boarders kept coming in,
no sign. It was now hard on twelve o'clock.

"Can't sell his head—What a bamboozingly?"
"stop spinning that yarn to me—I'm not green."