HIS BREAKFAST ORDER.
Mr. Seteraup came down stairs to a ten o’clock breakfast with a vacant countenance, and a backward tendencj in the hair which made his eyes ache. He sat down at the table, and picking up a knife and a fork started in uneasy wonder at something in the plate before him. It had evidently been fried in and was intended for food. Mr. ■Setefliup harpooned it with a fork, and lifted it up bodily, gazing at it with everiilcreasing wonder. ‘What under the sun,’ he exclaimed at last, ‘is this thing ? ’ ‘ Well,’replied his patient wife, with just the shadow of a sigh, 4 it looks like your new soft felt hat, and that is wiat I thought it was, but you pulled it out of your poc'-et when you came home last night, or rather, this morning, and said it was a beet steak, and you wanted it broiled. You needn’t give me any ol it ; I’m not hungry. ’ And Mr, ISetemup, who was just wild to remember what else he said ivhen he came home, aud what time it was, for the life of him didn’t dare to enquire.
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Temuka Leader, Issue 351, 8 February 1881, Page 3
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193HIS BREAKFAST ORDER. Temuka Leader, Issue 351, 8 February 1881, Page 3
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