Peter.--I’ve had nothing but ill-luck to-day; I did this…

Peter.—I’ve had nothing but ill-luck to-day; I did this with the swing; I’ve been tossed into the apple-tree just as if I was a ball, And though I caught hold of a bough, I’ve had a terrible fall; I’m sure I should have cracked my scull, had it not been for my hat. You may see what a fall it was, for the crown’s quite flat; And it never will take its shape again, do all that ever I may!