What an old nut-cracker you are! You laugh like the old watchman's rattle in the garret.

Be quiet, Tom!" "But Mr Bootherboomp!" roared Tom, bursting into a second fit of laughter.
"It's butterbump, Mr Marston.

It's what they call those tall brown birds something like herons.

What do you call them in London ?" said Dick.
"Oh, bitterns!" "Yes, that's it.

Come on!" "Nay," said Dave; "I don't think you gentlemen would care for such poor sport.