Good-morning!" He was gone.

Scarcely, however, could his host and hostess exchange glances before he reappeared.
"Oh, Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys, that quotation--I have just remembered it.
It was, 'Welcome, little strangers!' The original, I believe, has the singular--'little stranger'-- but the slight change makes it more appropriate.

'Welcome, little strangers!' Good-morning!" O Troy, Troy! Scarcely had the garden gate creaked again, when Mr.
and Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys looked at each other for a moment, then sank into arm-chairs, and broke into peals of the most unaffected laughter.
"Nellie, hand me a cigar.

This beats cock-fighting." "Whist, me dear!" answered the lady, relapsing into honest brogue, "but Brady is the bhoy to know the ropes." "I believe you, Nellie." Outside the garden gate the Admiral had fallen into a brown study.
"I perceive," he said, at length, very thoughtfully, "that wine and biscuits have gone out of fashion, as concomitants of a morning call.
In some ways I regret it; but they are evidently people of extreme refinement.

Sophy, how badly your gown sits." "Why, it was only yesterday, papa, that you praised it so!" "Did I?
H'm! Well, well, now for the boat." "The boat, papa ?" "Certainly, Sophy; we are going to call at Kit's House.".