I can promise for the family that we'll do anything we can.

You mustn't ask us to poison her, but we might lead her into the influenza." "It's this way," said Mr.Dod.

"How remarkably contracted the Place de la Concorde looks down there, doesn't it! It's like looking through the wrong end of an opera glass." "I've observed that," I said.

"It won't be fair to keep them waiting _very_ long down there on the earth, you know, Dicky." "Certainly not! Well, as I was saying, your poppa's Aunt Caroline is a perfect fiend of a chaperone.

By Jove, Mamie, let's be silhouetted!" "Poppa was silhouetted," I said, "and the artist turned him out the image of Senator Frye.