_Our Artist_. "WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THE PORTRAITS, MISS BUNNY? THE
SITTERS ARE ALL OLD FRIENDS OF YOURS, I BELIEVE?"
_Miss Bunny_ (_triumphantly_). "YES; AND, ONLY THINK, I'VE ACTUALLY
MANAGED TO GUESS THEM ALL!"]
* * * * *
ARBITRATION.
_Seal, suddenly emerging, loquitur_:--
Belay, you two lubbers, avast there! avast there!
What signifies squalling and squabbling?
You're both argufying a good bit too fast there,
Whilst that which you stand on seems wobbling.
You'll be in a mess, Messmates, shortly, the pair of you.
Give _me_ a thought in the matter!
_My_ interest's at stake, and it isn't quite fair of you
Me to ignore 'midst your clatter.
If 'twere not for me, Mates, this cold Behring's Sea, Mates,
Would hardly strike you as so tempting.
Do grant your poor prey, if I may make so free, Mates,
From slaughter some annual exempting!
I'm worried and walloped without intermission
Until even family duties
Quite fail, whilst your countrymen cudgel and fish on.
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