Hold your tongue, do, and believe your wife when she says that's about all you are good for.

Matty's on the brink, and that's the truth." Poor Bell looked as mystified as he felt.

Presently he slunk away to enjoy a quiet smoke with some congenial spirits in the coal trade, and Mrs.Bell marshalled her girls to as prominent a position as she could find.
It was her object to get on the terrace.

The terrace was very broad, and ran not only the length of the front of the house, but a good way beyond at either side.

At each end of the terrace was a marquee, decorated with colored flags, and containing within the most refined order of refreshments.