Gala-Days

Once there was a great noise in our house, - a thumping and battering and grating. It was my own self dragging my big trunk down from the garret. I did it myself because I wanted it done. If I had said, Halicarnassus, will you fetch my trunk down? he would have asked me what trunk? and what did I want of it? and would not the other one be better? and couldn't I wait till after dinner? - and so the trunk would probably have had a three-days journey from garret to basement