So when I had her nearly undressed, we were talking about this and that, and you amongst 'em--and I, you know, rather like you, sir, if you'll not think me too bold--she started off by asking me what was the nickname people gave to tailors.

It was one of her whims.

I told her they were called snips--I'm off!' Polly gave a shriek.

The horse had reared as if violently stung.
'Go on,' said Evan.

'Hold hard, and go on.' 'Snips--Oh! and I told her they were called snips.