human
Confound it! thought he,
gpt
By Jove! What have we here? exclaimed Titmouse, just a _little_ flustered as he cut open the string of the parcel. Inside was a packet wrapped up in white paper, and tied in a pretty bow, with narrow white satin ribbons. This again, and another still, within it, having been opened--behold, there stood exposed to view, three fine cambric pocket-handkerchiefs, each of which, on being examined, proved to be marked with the initials
human
T. T. in _hair_; and Mr. Yahoo happening to unfold one of them, (in so doing, dropped upon it some of the ashes of his cigar,) lo! in the centre was--also done in hair--the figure of a heart transfixed with an arrow!!! Mr. Yahoo roared; and Mr. Fitz-Snooks lisped,
gpt
Is she pretty, Tit? Where's her nest? Any _old_ birds?--eh?