The clever men who can say smart things are too clever to say them.

Nobody wants 'em! So let's 'cultivate our garden,' my dear, and be thankful.

I'm beginning a new picture--and I've found a topping new model.

What can a man want more?
Very nice of you to let Arthur go, and have his head.

Where is it ?--some smart moor?
He'll soon be tired of it." Doris laughed, let the question as to the "smart moor" pass, and came round to look at the new subject that Uncle Charles was laying in.