Talk of Kimble! talk of Magreedy! Ashley's for my money, with Cartlitch in the principal part.

But this is nothink to the porpus.

When the play was over, I was at the door with the umbrellos.

It was raining cats and dogs, sure enough.
Mr.Altamont came out presently, Miss Mary under his arm, and Miss Betsy following behind, rayther sulky.

"This way, sir," cries I, pushin forward; and I threw a great cloak over Miss Betsy, fit to smother her.
Mr.A.and Miss Mary skipped on and was out of sight when Miss Betsy's cloak was settled, you may be sure.
"They're only gone to the fly, miss.