Father's charger's got an over-weach.

Jumping.

He says it's a dam-nuithanth." "Oh, that's a sword, is it?
And 'Fire' has got an over-reach.

And it's a qualified nuisance, is it ?" "Yeth, and the mare is coughing and her _thythe_ is a blathted fool for letting her catch cold." "The mare has a cold and the _syce_[4] is a qualified fool, is he?
H'm! I think it's high time you had a look in at little old England, my son, what?
And who made you this elegant rapier?
Ochterlonie Sahib or--who ?" (Lieutenant Lord Ochterlonie was the Adjutant of the Queen's Greys, a friend of Colonel de Warrenne, an ex-admirer of his late wife, and a great pal of his son.) "'Tithn't a waper.

It'th my thword.