I planned it, and she only gave in after lots of teasing." "Come now, don't lay it all on yourself.

You know I proposed the cupboard," broke in Snodgrass, who was enjoying the joke amazingly.
"Never mind what she says.

I'm the wretch that did it, sir," said the new member, with a Welleresque nod to Mr.Pickwick.

"But on my honor, I never will do so again, and henceforth devote myself to the interest of this immortal club." "Hear! Hear!" cried Jo, clashing the lid of the warming pan like a cymbal.
"Go on, go on!" added Winkle and Tupman, while the President bowed benignly.
"I merely wish to say, that as a slight token of my gratitude for the honor done me, and as a means of promoting friendly relations between adjoining nations, I have set up a post office in the hedge in the lower corner of the garden, a fine, spacious building with padlocks on the doors and every convenience for the mails, also the females, if I may be allowed the expression.

It's the old martin house, but I've stopped up the door and made the roof open, so it will hold all sorts of things, and save our valuable time.