carroty. And I do think that if a Princess of the
Blood was born with a Tail, and chose to show it, tied up with
Pea-Green Ribbon, through the Placket-hole of her Gown, the Ladies, not
only in France, but all over the World, would be proud to sport Tails
with Pea-Green Ribbons,--or any other colour that was the mode,--whether
they were Born with 'em or not.

Nothing more that is worthy of Mention took place until our leaving
Paris. We came away in a calash, that is, my Master and the Chaplain,
riding at their Ease in that vehicle, while I trotted behind on a little
Bidet, and posted it through St. Denis to Beauvais. So on to Abbeville,
where they had the Impudence to charge us Ten Livres for three Dishes of
Coffee, and some of the nastiest Eau de Vie that ever I tasted; excusing
themselves, the Rogues, on the score that Englishmen were scarce
nowadays. And to our great Relief, we at last arrived at Calais, where
we had comfortable Lodgings, and good fare, at a not too exorbitant
rate. Here we had to wait four days for a favourable Wind; and even then
we found the Packet Boat all taken up for Passengers, and not a place
on board to be had either for Love or Money. As Mr. Pinchin was
desperately pressed to reach his Native Land, to wait for the next boat
seemed utterly intolerable to him; so, all in a Hurry, and being
cheated, as folks when they are in a Hurry must needs be, we bargained
for a Private Yatch to take us to Dover. The Master would hear of
nothing less than five-and-twenty guineas for the voyage, which, with
many Sighs and almost Weeping, my poor Little Master agrees to give. He
might have recouped himself ten guineas of the money; for there was a
Great Italian Singing Woman, with her Chambermaid, her Valet de Chambre,
a Black Boy, and a Monkey, bound for the King's Opera House in the
Haymarket, very anxious to reach England, and willing to pay
Handsomely--out of English pockets in the long-run--for the
accommodation we had to give; but my capricious Master flies into a
Tiff, and vows that he will have no Foreign Squallers on board his Yatch
with him. So the poor Signora--who was not at all a Bad-looking woman,
although mighty Brown of visage--was fain to wait for the next Packet;
and we went off in very great state, but still having to Pay with
needless heaviness for our Whistle. And, of course, all the way there
was nothing but whining and grumbling on his Worship's part, that so
short a trip should have c