Instead of a dashing, snappy, tantalizing sort of a little Yum-Yum, she turned religious and settled down so you wouldn't have known her.
There was nothing in it.

Instead of a peach I had acquired a lemon.
I expected champagne and found I was drinking buttermilk.

Get me?
You would never have guessed she'd been inside a theatre in her life.

Well, we got along the best we could and she made a hit at the church, as a brand plucked from the burning.

Used to tell her experiences Friday nights and have all the parsons up to five- o'clock tea.