'Rose, hurry down, and leaven the mass.

I see ten girls in a bunch.

It's shocking.
Ferdinand, pray disperse yourself.

Why is it, Emily, that we are always in excess at pic-nics?
Is man dying out ?' 'From what I can see,' remarked Lady Jocelyn, 'Harry will be lost to his species unless some one quickly relieves him.

He's already half eaten up by the Conley girls.