Suppose you and my lady go down to the parlor.

I don't believe I'm a bit interesting, you know.

I'll call you when dinner is ready." "Agreed! Sharp five, remember." "There," said Mother Hubbard, taking off her spectacles; "now I can cook." Could she?
"Little folks we is to keep house--isn't we ?" buzzed the little torment that was left behind.

"Hush! don't you talk, Prudy.

When you shake the table, then I make blots with my pastry." Prudy said nothing, but thoughtfully tasted the cake again.