So I had to make shift with what few things our own wee conservatory afforded.

Still, with a little taste and a little ingenuity--" She surveyed her handiwork with just pride, and left the rest to our imaginations.
"Only you ought to explain, Clara--" Le Geyt began, in a deprecatory tone.
"Now, you darling old bear, we won't harp on that twice-told tale again," Clara interrupted, with a knowing smile.

"Point da rechauffes! Let us leave one another's misdeeds and one another's explanations for their proper sphere--the family circle.

The orchids did NOT turn up, that is the point; and I managed to make shift with the plumbago and the geraniums.

Maisie, my sweet, NOT that pudding, IF you please; too rich for you, darling.