He engaged Mr. Tooter to be there with his fife, and Mr. Noggin with his drum.
In the morning Mr. Noggin found that the thief had dropped his hat in his haste.
I walked up to it, bashed it firmly on the noggin, and it died.
I feared poor Noggin would be the sufferer, but I could not help that.
Noggin eyed them all, however, with perfect coolness and disdain.
They were ...