Wal, I Swan !

A song of his youth flitted through Mr Cobbold's mind :

     My son Joshu-ay

     Went to Philadelphi-ay;

     Writes home sayin' he's doin' mighty well:

     But seems kind of funny

     That he's always short of money,

     And Ma says the boy's up to some kind of hell.

Spring Fever. Chapter 1