Is it catching, Dr.Moonshine ?" "Well, yes, Mother Hubbard; it's apt to catch fine ladies.

Goes hard with 'em, too." "Ah me, then I'll never dare go out," drawled Lady Magnifico, looking at her rings.
Here Mother Hubbard timidly passed the cake.

"White Mountain; but I suspect it's a poor rule." "A poor rule that don't work both ways, hey?
If this was ever white, ma'am, 'twasn't a fast color; faded to a rusty black.

And as to it's being a mountain, ma'am, it looks to me like a pretty hollow valley." "I'm so sorry, doctor! But your little girl dusted my soda over the cat, and that was why the cake didn't rise." "Just so, ma'am; but did the cat rise ?" "O, Dr.Moonshine, I see you're making fun of my cooking.

And now I'll tell you something more.