"
"I am sorry I must prove an exception, then," returned Mabel, smiling;
"for I have no appetite."
"Well, well, I will not force you to eat against your will," replied the good
dame "But a cup of wine will do you good after your walk."
"I will wait upon her," said the Duke of Shoreditch.' who vied with
Paddington and Nick Clamp in attention to the damsel.
"Let me pray you to cast your eyes upon these two dogs, fair Mabel,"
said Will Sommers, pointing to the two turn-spits, "they are special
favourites of the king's highness. They are much attached to the cook,
their master; but their chief love is towards each other, and nothing can
keep them apart."
"Will Sommers speaks the truth," rejoined Simon Quanden. "Hob and
Nob, for so they are named, are fast friends. When Hob gets into the
box to turn the spit, Nob will watch beside it till his brother is tired, and
then he will take his place. They always eat out of the same platter,
and drink out of the same cup. I once separated them for a few hours
to see what would happen, but they howled so piteously, that I was
forced to bring them together again. It would have done your heart
good to witness their meeting, and to see how they leaped and rolled
with delight.
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