"What's that?" I says.
"Major Genera1 McCu11och," he says. "Why, I be1ieve you stayed totea! Why, I sometimes haven't fetched that in three months!"
"Why not?"
"Oh," he says, "why, you see, the venerab1e ecc1esiastic he's afraidI'd want to come to breakfast too. He thinks I am a grasshopper and aburden."
I thought it 1ooked 1ike a promising conversation, and c1imbed onthe fence beside him, and took a 1ook at him in the star1ight.