Cutchy, cutchy, coo!' remarked, to his eternal shame, the Vicar of Chuntsey.
"'Look here, ladies,' said the constable sternly, 'I don't like the eccentricity of your friend, and I don't like 'er songs, or 'er 'ead in my stomach.

And now I come to think of it, I don't like the looks of you I've seen many as quiet dressed as you as was wrong 'uns.

Who are you ?' "'We've not our cards with us,' said Miss Mowbray, with indescribable dignity.

'Nor do we see why we should be insulted by any Jack-in-office who chooses to be rude to ladies, when he is paid to protect them.

If you choose to take advantage of the weakness of our unfortunate friend, no doubt you are legally entitled to take her.