Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Having distributed myself quite satisfactorily within a hammock, I had just decided that nothing short of invasion or the luncheon bell should disturb me, when my flapper niece shot forth in my direction from the French windows of the morning-room.In one hand she flourished an empty birdcage and in the other what proved to be a tin of enormous hemp seeds."Wake up!" she cried as she approached rapidly through the near distance. "The precious Balaam has escaped! The brute must have got out while I was fetching his clean water, and the windows were wide open!" ”
