I ought to know, because those shrieks of yours were meant to call up Mrs.Jennett with a cane and----' 'Dick, I never got you a beating on purpose in my life.' 'No, of course you never did.

Good heavens! look at the sea.' 'Why, it's the same as ever!' said Maisie.
Torpenhow had gathered from Mr.Beeton that Dick, properly dressed and shaved, had left the house at half-past eight in the morning with a travelling-rug over his arm.

The Nilghai rolled in at mid-day for chess and polite conversation.
'It's worse than anything I imagined,' said Torpenhow.
'Oh, the everlasting Dick, I suppose! You fuss over him like a hen with one chick.

Let him run riot if he thinks it'll amuse him.

You can whip a young pup off feather, but you can't whip a young man.' 'It isn't a woman.