"She saves a little pepper to sprinkle over her talk--that's the reason why she never puts too much into her pies.

There's my wife now, she never has an answer at her tongue's end; but if I offend her, she's sure to scarify my throat with black pepper the next day, or else give me the colic with watery greens.

That's an awful tit-for-tat." Here the vivacious doctor made a pathetic grimace.
"Did you ever hear the like ?" said Mrs.Kimble, laughing above her double chin with much good-humour, aside to Mrs.Crackenthorp, who blinked and nodded, and seemed to intend a smile, which, by the correlation of forces, went off in small twitchings and noises.
"I suppose that's the sort of tit-for-tat adopted in your profession, Kimble, if you've a grudge against a patient," said the rector.
"Never do have a grudge against our patients," said Mr.Kimble, "except when they leave us: and then, you see, we haven't the chance of prescribing for 'em.

Ha, Miss Nancy," he continued, suddenly skipping to Nancy's side, "you won't forget your promise?
You're to save a dance for me, you know." "Come, come, Kimble, don't you be too for'ard," said the Squire.

"Give the young uns fair-play.