"'Please explain absence.

Hope nothing wrong.' How kind of them, ain't it! Yesterday they chucked me; now they're polite.

Reply-paid too; very considerate.
They shall have their reply." He laid the blank form on the table and wrote upon it in pencil, every letter beautifully shaped in a first-rate commercial hand: "Go to Bath and get your heads shaved." "You ain't a-goin' to send that!" exclaimed Mrs.Bubb, when he had held the message to her for perusal.
"It'll do them good.

They're like Polly--want taking down a peg." Moggie ran off with the paper to the waiting boy, and Mr.Gammon laughed for five minutes uproariously.
"Would you like a little bull-pup, Mrs.Bubb?
he asked at length.
"Not me, Mr.Gammon.

I've enough pups of my own, thank you all the same.".