But no such luck: three pounds would not buy her." SOPHIE.--"I am glad of that: I don't care so much for the Mermaid; she's dead and stuffed.

But, oh!" (another scream) "perhaps 't is the Spotted Boy ?" MR.

WAIFE.--"Calm your sanguine imagination; you aspire too high! But this I will tell you, that our companion, whatsoever or whosoever that companion may be, will be one you will like." "I don't believe it," said Sophy, shaking her head.

"I only like you.
But who is it ?" "Alas!" said Mr.Waife, "it is no use pampering ourselves with vain hopes: the three pounds are not forthcoming.

You heard what that brute Rugge said, that the gentleman who wanted to take your portrait had called on him this morning, and offered 10s.