committed his entire body to the deep—to emerge as soon as possible ! He was no coward, let me tell you, in the ordinary run of life. But this was his first bath in the altogether since his primal post-natal plunge. His first bath ! And his last ! It nearly killed him, he said ; never in all his life had he felt so bad, and not for a thousand pounds would he repeat the experiment !
One more tale. Cockney this time. A gentleman of my acquaintance was one day discussing with an old-fashioned baker the modern making of bread by machinery. Both agreed that the older method made the better bread, The new was not so good. “It seems,” said my friend, “as if nowadays bread lacks something, but what that something is I cannot tell.”
“You are puffickly right, sir,” returned the baker, “It does lack something, and wot that something is I can tell you—it lacks the aromer of the ’uman ’and ! ”
