Half a dozen subscriptions had come in, with requests to be allowed to join the picnic, and a considerable number of others had asked to be allowed at half price or on the deferred payment system.
"It's going like anything, Sarah," said Langrish, thumping me violently on the back.
"Where's the picnic to be ?" I inquired.
"Wouldn't you like to know ?" said the secretary.
I said I would, and, as president, considered I was entitled to the information.
"We're not as green as we look; are we, you chaps ?" said Trimble.

"Why, you don't suppose we're going to let out and give you a chance of blabbing to the day-boy cads, do you ?" "I'm not any more likely to blab than you are," said I, warmly.
"All serene.

You keep your temper--you'll know time enough." "Suppose I resigned," said I, feeling I must support my dignity.
"Resign away.

We've got your subscription." "I don't mean I shall," said I; "but--" "Shut up, and don't disturb the committee meeting." "If I'm president, I suppose I've a right to speak." "Not till you're asked." "All right," said I, playing my trump card desperately.

"When you do ask me what's wrong with the grammar of your Latin motto, I sha'n't tell you.