Chimbleys is narrower than they used to be.

May-day is Sweeps' Holiday, too, though we don't keep it up in Plymouth: I dare say the lady thought 'pon that.

In my bachelor days I used to be Jack in the Green reggilar." "It's just as well I never saw ye, then," said his wife tartly.
"And to imagine that a lady like Miss Plinlimmon would concern herself with your deboshes! But you'd lower the King on his throne." Indeed, Mr.Trapp went on to give some colour to this.

"I wonder what she means, talking about Roman goddesses ?" he mused.

"I seen one, once, in a penny show; and it was marked outside 'Men only Admitted.'" Mrs.Trapp swept me from the room.
On May-day, then, I entered Mr.Tucker's Bun Shop with a beating heart, a scrubbed face and a sprig of southernwood in my button-hole, and Miss Plinlimmon fell on my neck and kissed me.