Is it not now, my dear ?" "It's the way you always treat me, Mr Easy; you say that you give it up, and that I shall have my own way, but I never do have it.

I am sure that the child will be christened John." "Nay, my dear, it shall be just what you please.

Now I recollect it, there were several Greek emperors who were Johns; but decide for yourself, my dear." "No, no," replied Mrs Easy, who was ill, and unable to contend any longer, "I give it up, Mr Easy.

I know how it will be, as it always is: you give me my own way as people give pieces of gold to children, it's their own money, but they must not spend it.

Pray call him John." "There, my dear, did not I tell you you would be of my opinion upon reflection?
I knew you would.