"I had forgotten all about it.

Yes; I shall go down, of course." "Are you going to play (wrestle) ?" asked the father.
"Maybe I may.

But come in to breakfast.

Where's Madge ?" "In-doors," said the father, "waiting breakfast--mortal cross." "Curse her crossness," said George.

"If I were ye, dad, I'd kick her out in the lane next time she got on one of her tantrams." A tall woman about forty stepped out of the house as he uttered these words.