"Tasted any! Why, I mean the 'Pickwick Papers,' Dickens's story.

Don't you think they're nice." Poor Myrtle had to confess that she had never read them, and did n't know anything about them.
"What! did you never read any novels ?" said the young lady.
"Oh, to be sure I have," said Myrtle, blushing as she thought of the great trunk and its contents.

"I have read 'Caleb Williams,' and 'Evelina,' and 'Tristram Shandy'" (naughty girl!), "and the 'Castle of Otranto,' and the 'Mysteries of Udolpho,' and the 'Vicar of Wakefield,' and 'Don Quixote'-- " The young lady burst out laughing.

"Stop! stop! for mercy's sake," she cried.

"You must be somebody that's been dead and buried and come back to life again.