But lately my appetite has been so bad that it must be fed up at short intervals.

You can understand that, perhaps, Miss Castlewood.
It makes the confectioners' fortunes, you know.

The ladies once came only twice to feed, but now they come three times, I am assured by a young man who knows all about it.

And cherry brandy is the mildest form of tipple." "Shocking scandal! abominable talk!" cried the Major, who took every thing at its word.

"I have heard all that sort of stuff ever since I was as high as this table.