Summary

Various Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 02, April 9…

Whilst I your castle build anew."
"That's capital!" cried the delighted dwarf. "It would suit me exactly. Warble me yet other wood notes wild."
The giant sang on:
"A castle such as you will want
Will cost you eighty pounds—or so.
I'll charge you nothing for my time;
You'll see where every cent will go."
The dwarf revolved himself rapidly, and quickly reached the floor.
"The concert's over!" he cried, "and here's a check for eighty pounds.
Proceed! Tear down; construct! I leave tonight for foreign parts. Write me
when all is done. Adieu."
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Various Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 02, April 9…

On the next day the door-bell of the castle rang, and soon a varlet came to
fast inform my lord the dwarf that in the parlor waited now a giant, and on
the card he gave his name was written, "S.T. Mate." The dwarf unto his
parlor quick repaired, and there, upon some dozen chairs the giant sat,
smiling benign.
"Hail to thee! good Sir Dwarf," spake the mammoth, and rising and folding
his arms across his breast, he sang, in royal bass, his song:
"I hear that thou, O neighbor brave!
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