XXVI + 

When Trim came in and told my father, that Dr.¬†Slop was in the kitchen, and busy in making a bridgeвБ†вАФmy uncle TobyвБ†вЄЇвБ†the affair of the jackboots having just then raised a train of military ideas in his brainвБ†вЄЇвБ†took it instantly for granted that Dr.¬†Slop was making a model of the marquis dвАЩH√іpitalвАЩs bridge.вБ†вЄЇвАЩTis very obliging in him, quoth my uncle Toby;вБ†вАФpray give my humble service to Dr.¬†Slop, Trim, and tell him I thank him heartily. + 

Had my uncle TobyвАЩs head been a SavoyardвАЩs box, and my father peeping in all the time at one end of itвБ†вЄЇвБ†it could not have given him a more distinct conception of the operations of my uncle TobyвАЩs imagination, than what he had; so, notwithstanding the catapulta and battering-ram, and his bitter imprecation about them, he was just beginning to triumphвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

When TrimвАЩs answer, in an instant, tore the laurel from his brows, and twisted it to pieces. + 