There go my six best lines! However, it was an uncanny place, fit for hobgoblins, and shades, and funny customers, which will do as well for my purpose.

Ha! that's grand about its being so much better than the vana gloria triumphalis--only take care of the scanning there--" "If it was but English.

Something like this: "For what is equal to the fame Of forgetting self in the aim?
That's not right, but--" "Ethel, Norman, what are you about ?" cried Flora.

"Do you mean to go to Cocksmoor to-day ?" "Oh, yes!" cried Ethel, flying into vehement activity; "only I've lost my blue-edged handkerchief--Flora, have you seen it ?" "No; but here is your red scarf." "Thank you, there is a good Flora.

And oh! I finished a frock all but two stitches.