He scratched her under the chin, swung her gently down, and shook a reproving finger at her.
"Don't try to come round me with your blarneyings, you siren!" he declared.

"Who was it ate my goldfinch?
Yes, you may well look guilty! Don't blink your eyes at me like that! I haven't forgiven you yet, and I don't think I ever shall.

Ingred, old sport, are you coming to help me, or are you not?
I want some one to hold the wire." "All right, Uncle Podger, I'll come and 'podge' for you," laughed Ingred.

"Don't hammer my fingers, that's all I bargain for.

Wait a moment till I get my overall.