Tou Tou, grinning from ear to ear, is bidding a bashful button-boy to the merry dance.

Father--do my eyes deceive me ?--father himself is leading out the housekeeper.
Evidently he is saying something dignifiedly humorous to her, for she is laughing.

I wish that he would sometimes be dignifiedly humorous to us, or even humorous without the dignity.

Barbara, true to her life-long instincts, is inviting the clergyman's shabby, gawky man-of-all-work, at whom the ladies'-maids are raising the nose of contempt.

Mr.Musgrave is soliciting a kitchen-wench.
"Are there as many here as you expected ?" "Quite, my lady." Another pause.
"I hope," with bald affability, in desperation of a topic, "that you will all enjoy yourselves!" "Thank you, my lady!" Praise God! here is the Brat at last! Owing, I suppose, to the slenderness and fragile tenuity of his own charms, the Brat is a great admirer of fine women, the bigger the better; quantity, not quality; and, true to his colors, he now arrives with a neighboring cook, a lady of sixteen stone, on his arm.
We take our places.