And I really did believe him, till I saw a yellow jug, and a horn that holds a pint, in the summer-house.

He threw his coat over them, but it was too late." "Dolly, I shall have to put you in the blackhole.

You belong too much to the rising generation, or the upstart generation is the proper word.
What would Lord Nelson say?
I must have him back again.

He is the man for strict discipline." "Oh, I want to ask one thing about my great godfather.

You know he only came down with one portmanteau, and his cocked-hat box, and two hampers.
But when I went into his bedroom to see, as a goddaughter should, that his pillow was smooth, there he had got tacked up at the head of his bed a picture of some very beautiful lady, and another at the side, and another at the foot! And Jenny Shanks, who couldn't help peeping in, to see how a great hero goes to sleep, wishes that she may be an old maid forever if she did not see him say his prayers to them.