Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband's face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.

She's the sort of woman now,' said Mould, . . . 'one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!

We must scrunch or be scrunched.

I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.

Satisfy yourself beyond all doubt that you are qualified for the course to which you now aspire.....and try to achieve something in your own land before you venture on a strange one.

Some people are nobody's enemies but their own

I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.