Turbit, three guineas.

The hole sammon, weighing, I'm sure, 15 lbs., and _never seen_ at table again; not a bitt of pickled sammon the hole weak afterwards.

This kind of extravigance would _just suit_ Mrs.Sam Titmarsh, who, as I always say, burns _the candle at both ends_.

Well, young people, it is lucky for you you have an old aunt who knows better, and has a long purse; without witch, I dare say, _some_ folks would be glad to see her out of doors.

I don't mean you, Samuel, who have, I must say, been a dutiful nephew to me.