Sort of warfare, you know.

By George! he! he! Shake hands, let's be friends, Dave.

Don' mind my joking--nobody minds me.

I'm the privileged infant, you know, he! he! A'n't I, Mr.Charlton ?" "You're infant enough, I'm sure," said Albert, "and whether you are privileged or not, you certainly take liberties that almost any other man would get knocked down for." "Oh! well, don't let's be cross.

Spoils our faces and voices, Mr.
Charlton, to be cross.