In my young days we called it a good old-fashioned stomach-ache, and gave them Turkey rhubarb!" Myra Ingleby hid her face behind her garden hat; and Garth Dalmain whispered to Jane: "I do abominate irrelevance, and you know it!" But Jane shook her head at him, and refused to smile.
"Tommy wants a gooseberry!" shouted the macaw, having apparently noticed the mention of rhubarb.
"Oh, give it him, somebody!" said the worried duchess.
"Dear aunt," said Jane, "there are no gooseberries." "Don't argue, girl!" cried the duchess, furiously; and Garth, delighted, shook his head at Jane.

"When he says 'gooseberry,' he means anything GREEN, as you very well know!" Half a dozen people hastened to Tommy with lettuce, water-cress, and cucumber sandwiches; and Garth picked one blade of grass, and handed it to Jane; with an air of anxious solicitude; but Jane ignored it.
"No answer, Simmons," said the duchess.

"Why don't you go?
...

Oh, how that man waddles! Teach him to walk, somebody! Now the question is, What is to be done?
Here is half the county coming to hear Velma, by my invitation; and Velma in London pretending to have appendicitis--no, I mean the other thing.

Oh, 'drat the woman!' as that clever bird would say." "Hold your jaw!" shouted Tommy.