The pavement was not constructed with reference to swallowing up bashful young men who wanted to be swallowed.
"I hope you are not hurt, Mr.Flutter, te-he ?" "Oh, not at all, not in the least; it never hurts me to fall.

It was those constricted reins, they caught my foot.

Does the basket go with us?
I mean the servant.

No, I don't, I mean the basket--does she go with us ?" "The hamper does, Mr.Flutter, or we should be minus sandwiches.

Jane, put the hamper in." Miss Marigold was in the buggy before I had straightened my hat-rim.
"I hope your horse is a fast one; we shall be late," she remarked, as I took my place by her side.