But I doubt if I do more than learn what 'a allybi' is this year," and a sly laugh in Charlie's eye suggested that he sometimes availed himself of this bit of legal knowledge.
"What do you do then ?" "Fair catechist, I enjoy myself.

Private theatricals have been the rage of late, and I have won such laurels that I seriously think of adopting the stage as my profession." "Really!" cried Rose, alarmed.
"Why not?
If I must go to work, isn't that as good as anything ?" "Not without more talent than I think you possess.

With genius one can do anything without it one had better let the stage alone." "There's a quencher for the 'star of the goodlie companie' to which I belong.

Mac hasn't a ray of genius for anything, yet you admire him for trying to be an M.D.," cried Charlie, rather nettled at her words.
"It is respectable, at all events, and I'd rather be a second-rate doctor than a second-rate actor.

But I know you don't mean it, and only say so to frighten me." "Exactly.