Wait till tomorrow.

Talk it over with Mrs.Little here.

I'm afraid I'm not the right sort for a servant.

Too fond of 'the balmy,' and averse to the whole hog." (The poor fellow was quite discouraged.) "The very man I want to soothe me at odd times: they rile me so with their suicidal folly.

Now, look here, old fellow, if you don't come to me, I'll give you a good hiding." "Oh! well, sooner than you should break the peace--.