"certainly, sir," said baker, who had risen and tucked his newly gained property under his arm. "there are a few of us who frequent the alpha inn, near the museum—we are to be found in the museum itself during the day, you understand. this year our good host, windigate by name, instituted a goose club, by which, on consideration of some few pence every week, we were each to receive a bird at christmas. my pence were duly paid, and the rest is familiar to you. i am much indebted to you, sir, for a scotch bonnet is fitted neither to my years nor my gravity."