He is enough to try the patience
of a saint, and I never was that," she added with entire truth.
"But he isn't bad," pleaded Salome. "You know he never does anything
the second time after he has been told it was wrong, never."
"What good does that do when he is certain to do something new and
twice as bad? I never saw anything like him for originating ideas
of mischief. Just look at what he has done in the past fortnight--
in one fortnight, Salome. He brought in a live snake, and nearly
frightened you into fits; he drank up a bottle of liniment,
and almost poisoned himself; he took three toads to bed with him;
he climbed into the henhouse loft, and fell through on a hen and
killed her; he painted his face all over with your water-colours;
and now comes THIS exploit. And eggs at twenty-eight cents a dozen!
I tell you, Salome, Lionel Hezekiah is an expensive luxury."
"But we couldn't do without him," protested Salome.
"_I_ could. But as you can't, or think you can't, we'll have to keep him,
I suppose. But the only way to secure any peace of mind for ourselves,
as far as I can see, is to tether him in the yard, and hire somebody
to watch him."
"There must be some way of managing him," said Salome desperately.
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