Page:Carroll - Phantasmagoria and other poems (1869).djvu/60

48 "Not Tibbs!" he cried—his tone became
 * A shade or two less hearty—

"Why, no," said I: "my proper name Is Tibbets—" "Tibbets?" "Aye, the same."
 * "Why, then !"

With that he struck the board a blow
 * That shivered half the glasses;

"Why couldn't you have told me so Three quarters of an hour ago?
 * You king of all the asses!

"To walk four miles through mud and rain,
 * To spend the night in smoking,

And then to find that it's in vain— And I've to do it all again—
 * It's really too provoking!