If I was you, Miss Bawn, I'd give up the Creamery, so I would, or lave it to the commonalty! Sure 'twould be fitter for the like o' you to be sittin' at home in the drawing-room, playin' the piano-forty.

Yes, your Ladyship, here she is at last.

I was just tellin' her that your Ladyship was like a hen on a hot griddle waitin' for her." "Dear child, you are late," my grandmother said, breaking in on Neil's eloquence, which indeed generally had to be interrupted, for once Neil started there was no knowing when he would leave off.
"It was Dido," I said, telling half the truth.

Not for worlds could I have told my grandmother of how Richard Dawson had insulted me.

"It was Dido, who caught her foot in a trap.