'And w'y didn't you take the carpet there instead of trundling in a growler ?' 'I didn't want to startle a quiet street,' said the narrator.
'Bad form.

And besides, it was a hansom.' 'Well, and what did you do next ?' inquired the captain.
'Oh, I went in,' said Herrick.
'The old folks ?' asked the captain.
'That's about it,' said the other, chewing a grass.
'Well, I think you are about the poorest 'and at a yarn!' cried the clerk.

'Crikey, it's like Ministering Children! I can tell you there would be more beer and skittles about my little jaunt.

I would go and have a B.and S.for luck.

Then I would get a big ulster with astrakhan fur, and take my cane and do the la-de-la down Piccadilly.