She was ready on the instant to sit down upon the baskets in which the grouse pie had been just carefully inhumed, and talked about her sainted lamb with a deluge of tears.

If anybody didn't like it, that person--might do the other thing.

Mr Cheesacre and Captain Bellfield thought that they did like it.
"Oh, Mr Cheesacre, if you haven't caught me before I've half done! Captain Bellfield, I hope you think my apron becoming." "Everything that you wear, Mrs Greenow, is always becoming." "Don't talk in that way when you know--; but never mind--we will think of nothing sad to-day if we can help it.

Will we, Mr Cheesacre ?" "Oh dear no; I should think not;--unless it should come on to rain." "It won't rain--we won't think of such a thing.

But, by the by, Captain Bellfield, I and my niece do mean to send out a few things, just in a bag you know, so that we may tidy ourselves up a little after the sea.