"Elfrid!"--with a note of remonstrance.

"If you choke yourself, my lord, not another mouthful do you 'ave.

No nice puddin'! Nothing!"

"And kept us in, she did, every afternoon for a week!"

It seemed to be the end, and Mr. Polly replied with an air of being

profoundly impressed: "Really!"

Elfrid!"--a little disheartened.

And then they 'ad it! They found he'd swallowed the very key to

unlock the drawer--"

Then don't let people go casting snacks!"

Who's casting snacks!"

Elfrid! This lady wants to know, 'ave the Prossers left

Canterbury?"

No wish to make myself disagreeable, not to God's 'umblest worm--"

Alf, you aren't very busy with that brawn up there!"

The History of Mr Polly