’ALemonhaspips，AndaYardhasships，AndI’llhaveChips！’
ForthisRefrainIhadwaitedsinceitslastappearance，withinexpressiblehorror，whichnowculminated。Chipsnowfeltcertaininhisownmindthattheratwouldsticktohim；therat，answeringhisthought，said，’Iwill-likepitch！’
Now，astheratleapedoutofthepotwhenithadspoken，andmadeoff，Chipsbegantohopethatitwouldn’tkeepitsword。But，aterriblethinghappenednextday。For，whendinner-timecame，andtheDock-bellrangtostrikework，heputhisruleintothelongpocketatthesideofhistrousers，andtherehefoundarat-notthatrat，butanotherrat。Andinhishat，hefoundanother；andinhispocket-handkerchief，another；andinthesleevesofhiscoat，whenhepulleditontogotodinner，twomore。AndfromthattimehefoundhimselfsofrightfullyintimatewithalltheratsintheYard，thattheyclimbeduphislegswhenhewasatwork，andsatonhistoolswhileheusedthem。Andtheycouldallspeaktooneanother，andheunderstoodwhattheysaid。Andtheygotintohislodging，andintohisbed，andintohisteapot，andintohisbeer，andintohisboots。Andhewasgoingtobemarriedtoacorn-chandler’sdaughter；andwhenhegaveheraworkboxhehadhimselfmadeforher，aratjumpedoutofit；andwhenheputhisarmroundherwaist，aratclungabouther；sothemarriagewasbrokenoff，thoughthebannswerealreadytwiceputup-whichtheparishclerkwellremembers，for，ashehandedthebooktotheclergymanforthesecondtimeofasking，alargefatratranovertheleaf。Bythistimeaspecialcascadeofratswasrollingdownmyback，andthewholeofmysmalllisteningpersonwasoverrunwiththem。Atintervalseversince，Ihavebeenmorbidlyafraidofmyownpocket，lestmyexploringhandshouldfindaspecimenortwoofthosevermininit。
YoumaybelievethatallthiswasveryterribletoChips；butevenallthiswasnottheworst。Heknewbesides，whattheratsweredoing，wherevertheywere。So，sometimeshewouldcryaloud，whenhewasathisclubatnight，’Oh！Keeptheratsoutoftheconvicts’burying-ground！Don’tletthemdothat！’Or，’There’soneofthematthecheesedown-stairs！’Or，’There’stwoofthemsmellingatthebabyinthegarret！’Or，otherthingsofthatsort。Atlast，hewasvotedmad，andlosthisworkintheYard，andcouldgetnootherwork。But，KingGeorgewantedmen，sobeforeverylonghegotpressedforasailor。Andsohewastakenoffinaboatoneeveningtohisship，lyingatSpithead，readytosail。Andsothefirstthinghemadeoutinherashegotnearher，wasthefigure-headoftheoldSeventy-four，wherehehadseentheDevil。ShewascalledtheArgonaut，andtheyrowedrightunderthebowspritwherethefigure-headoftheArgonaut，withasheepskininhishandandabluegownon，waslookingouttosea；
andsittingstaringonhisforeheadwastheratwhocouldspeak，andhisexactwordswerethese:’Chipsahoy！Oldboy！We’veprettywelleatthemtoo，andwe’lldrownthecrew，andwilleatthemtoo！’HereIalwaysbecameexceedinglyfaint，andwouldhaveaskedforwater，butthatIwasspeechless。