"Would you mind handing me that medicine bottle ?" "Don't you wish _you_ may get it!" said I, and cut.
I told Jack Smith about it, and he was no end riled.

I must say, I feel riled myself.

It's specially awkward, because the mater had our return tickets in her pocket; and I can't get away from here.

I wish you'd send me a sov., some of you.

I'll square up after vac.
Yours ever, Hugh a Pie.
P.S .-- Here's a go! Old Blunderbore's gone at last! Smith says it was the steel armour inside him that did it.