MY uncle _Toby_ took the ivory pipe out of the corporal’s hand,—looked
at it for half a minute, and returned it.
In less than two minutes, my uncle _Toby_ took the pipe from the
corporal again, and raised it half way to his mouth——then hastily gave
it back a second time.
The corporal redoubled the attack,——my uncle _Toby_ smiled,——then
looked grave,——then smiled for a moment,——then looked serious for a
long time;——Give me hold of the ivory pipe, _Trim_, said my uncle
_Toby_——my uncle _Toby_ put it to his lips,——drew it back
directly,——gave a peep over the horn-beam hedge;——never did my uncle
_Toby_’s mouth water so much for a pipe in his life.——My uncle _Toby_
retired into the sentry-box with the pipe in his hand.———
——Dear uncle _Toby_! don’t go into the sentry-box with the
pipe,—there’s no trusting a man’s self with such a thing in such a
corner.