If I'd got the time and the money I'd move it up beside Stee Jenkin's hut, which is really in a bootiful situation." "I wonder you have not done it before," said Katherine, as she went up the steps and fetched the tin of tomatoes from the top shelf.
"Ah, there are a good many things that get left undone for want of time and money!" remarked Oily Dave.

"But I'm afraid Mr.
Selincourt has made a big mistake in sending that languid swell of a Mr.Ferrars here to boss the fishing.

A reg'lar drawing-room party he is and no mistake.

Gives himself as many airs as a turkey-cock in springtime, and seems to think all the rest of the world was created on purpose to black his boots." "We don't sell much boot blacking here.

Most of the people grease their boots with fish oil," Katherine said, laughing in spite of herself, only now her amusement was because she knew Jervis Ferrars to be in her father's room, where he could hear every word which was spoken in the store.
"Best thing, too.