Like her cheek, bagging the best place.

Do you see that kid there grinning at the fellow with the eye-glass?
That's my young sister--ought to be in bed instead of fooling about here.

Ah, I knew it! she's planted herself opposite the grapes.

If we don't look out we shan't get one.

That's my governor coming in; looks rather chippy, don't he?
I say, lean forward, or he'll see me.