The Inventions of the Idiot. Bangs John Kendrick

boon!" cried Mr. Whitechoker, with a laugh.

      "Wouldn't it be!" said the Idiot. "Unless I change my mind, I think I shall stay in this country until this style of greyhound is perfected. Then, gentlemen, I shall tear myself away from you, and seek knowledge in foreign pastures."

      "Well, I am sure," said Mr. Pedagog – "I am sure that we all hope you will change your mind."

      "Then you want me to go abroad?" said the Idiot.

      "No," said Mr. Pedagog. "No – not so much that as that we feel if you were to change your mind the change could not fail to be for the better. A mind like yours ought to be changed."