I should have thought she would have been more sensible than the rest of us." "A real plain sort," said her aunt, ignoring the last sentence.
"Well, she didn't make her own face," said Miss Lister generously.
"No, and she don't pay other people to make it for her.

She's what Sir Walter Scott calls: 'Nature in all its ruggedness.'" "Dear aunt," remarked Miss Lister wearily, "I wish you wouldn't trouble to quote the English classics to me when we are alone.

It is pure waste of breath, because you see I KNOW you have read them all.

Here is my door.

Now come right in and make yourself comfy on that couch.