He wouldn't see any humour in it." "He'd worry to death," said the persistent Liddy.
"Really, I don't care particularly to send it to Teddy," remarked her mistress.

"He's rather a naughty child sometimes." "Yes--that he is." "Let's toss as men do," said Bathsheba, idly.

"Now then, head, Boldwood; tail, Teddy.

No, we won't toss money on a Sunday, that would be tempting the devil indeed." "Toss this hymn-book; there can't be no sinfulness in that, miss." "Very well.

Open, Boldwood--shut, Teddy.