No, no, ----said my father to _Susannah_, I'll get up ------There is no time, cried _Susannah_, the child's as black as my shoe. _Trismegistus_, said my father ------But stay--thou art a leaky vessel, _Susannah_, added my father; canst thou carry _Trismegistus_ in thy head, the length of the gallery without scattering? ------Can I? cried _Susannah_, shutting the door in a huff. ----If she can, I'll be shot, said my father, bouncing out of bed in the dark, and groping for his breeches.
_Susannah_ ran with all speed along the gallery.
My father made all possible speed to find his breeches.
_Susannah_ got the start, and kept it--'Tis _Tris_--something, cried _Susannah_ --There is no christian-name in the world, said the curate, beginning with _Tris_--but _Tristram_. Then 'tis _Tristram-gistus_, quoth _Susannah_.

No, no,' he said to Susannah. 'I'll get up.'
'There is no time,' cried Susannah, 'the child's as black as my shoe.'
'Trismegistus,' said my father. 'But stay - thou art a leaky vessel, Susannah. Canst thou carry Trismegistus in thy head, the length of the gallery without scattering it?'
'Can I?' cried Susannah, shutting the door in a huff.
'If she can, I'll be shot,' said my father, bouncing out of bed in the dark, and groping for his clothes.
Susannah ran with all speed along the gallery.
My father made all possible speed to find his breeches.
''Tis Tris - something,' cried Susannah.
'There is no christian-name in the world,' said the curate, 'beginning with Tris, but Tristram.'
'Then 'tis Tristram-gistus,' quoth Susannah.
