I'm awful sorry about the chair, and think mebby I could get it mended.

I'd like to try.' 'Never mind the chair,' Arthur said, with an impatient gesture.

'Try another and a stronger one, and let's go back to business.

You want a painted panel for your carriage.

How will this do ?' and he rapidly sketched a green, pleasant meadow, with a canal running through it, and on the canal a boat, drawn by one horse, which a barefoot, elfish-looking boy was driving.
'I swow, square, you're a trump, you be,' Peterkin exclaimed, slapping him on the back, 'You've hit it to a dot.