'What a delicious thing is a oyster!' remarked Mr. Claypole,

after he had swallowed it. 'What a pity it is, a number of 'em

should ever make you feel uncomfortable; isn't it, Charlotte?'

'It's quite a cruelty,' said Charlotte.

'So it is,' acquiesced Mr. Claypole. 'An't yer fond of oysters?'

'Not overmuch,' replied Charlotte. 'I like to see you eat 'em,

Noah dear, better than eating 'em myself.'

'Lor!' said Noah, reflectively; 'how queer!'