When Asbury was gone, Mr. Bingo lay back in his chair and laughed.
Bingo, true to his promise, was ever at his side ready to serve him.
"Well, we're glad to see you back, Asbury," said Bingo patronisingly.
My idea was to learn the bingo in advance, so as to be ready for it.
"You told me not to maunder just now," says Bingo, with ponderous sarcasm.
I said hurriedly, "Yes, yes; that's the dog I want; that—that's Bingo!"
However, after we had decided to call him Bingo, a difficulty arose.
On the female side the same animal is Bingo's great-grandfather.
Curiosity concerning a barrel of coal-tar led to Bingo's undoing.
"Now, Bill, out with the bingo," said the man in the gabardine to his companion.