Dear me, I'd better go out.

These girls don't know manners, and their heads will be turned by that fine young spark.

They are certain to believe any rubbish he talks to them." Mrs.Meadowsweet rose with difficulty, stepped out of the open window, and sailed in her rose-colored satin across the grass.
"Now, what's up ?" she said.

"Fie, fie, Matty, your laugh is for all the world like a hen cackling." "He, he!" exclaimed the younger girls.
"Now, there you are off again, and all three of you this time!" "It's Captain Bertram, ma'am," began Matty.
"Captain Bertram!" echoed Alice.
"Bertram," sighed Sophy.
"He says," continued Matty, "that we are all alike, and he doesn't know one from the other, and we are trying to puzzle him.

It is such delicious fun." "Delicious fun!" said Alice.
"Fun!" gasped Sophy, through her peals of mirth.
"Now," continued Alice, "he shall begin again.