"I could drop an orange on to Aunt Amy's head," he said.
"Wouldn't she jump!" "You must keep quiet," said Uncle Samuel.

"You're good enough as you are." "I'd rather be here," said Jeremy.

"It's beautifully hot here and there's a lovely smell." "There is," said Uncle Samuel.
Then the gas went down, and the curtain went up, and Dick, now in a suit of red silk with golden buttons, continued his adventures.

I have not space here to describe in detail the further events of his life--how, receiving a telegram from the King of the Zanzibars about the plague of rats, he took ship with his cat and Alderman Fitzwarren and his wife, how they were all swallowed by a whale, cast up by a most lucky chance on the Zanzibars, nearly cooked by the natives, and rescued by the King of the Zanzibars' beautiful daughter, killed all the rats, were given a huge feast, with dance and song, and finally Dick, although tempted by the dusky Princess, refused a large fortune and returned to Alice of Eastcheap, the true lady of his heart.

There were, of course, many other things, such as the aspirations and misadventures of Mrs.Fitzwarren, the deep-voiced lady who had already so greatly amused Jeremy.