Let me see--oil! That, I conceive, is grocery.

So, you are grocers on one side!' 'Oh, come! hang it!' cried Harry, turning red.
'Am I leaning on the grocer's side, or on the lord's ?' Harry felt dreadfully taken down.

'One ranks with one's father,' he said.
'Yes,' observed the Countess; 'but you should ever be careful not to expose the grocer.

When I beheld my brother bow to you, and that your only return was to stare at him in that singular way, I was not aware of this, and could not account for it.' I declare I'm very sorry,' said Harry, with a nettled air.

'Do just let me tell you how it happened.