"Faust is kicking Mephistopheles." "Drat them colts!" she cried, adding, after taking thought; "but we haven't any horses of them names, sir." "No! You surprise me.

They are of the best Italian pedigree." Meanwhile, he was achieving his object, which was to drive Mrs.Crowe back towards the wicket.
Helen's voice came to them shrilly: "That will do, Davie! Do you hear me ?" "Why, bless my 'eart, there's Miss Layton," said Mrs.Crowe.
"What a fine little boy this is!" exclaimed Brett, stooping over a curly-haired urchin.

"Is he the oldest ?" "Good gracious, sir, no.

He's the youngest." "Dear me, I would not have thought so.

You must have been married very early.