Too hoarse to sing.

But I am not too feeble to paddle my own canoe.

Come, Katy Darling.

You needn't mind your shawl when you've got a Westcott to keep you warm.

He! he! By George! And then he went out singing that her lips was red as roses or poppies or something, and "wait for the row-boat and we'll all take a ride." Albert endeavored to forget his vexation by seeking the society of Miss Minorkey, who was sincerely glad to see him back, and who was more demonstrative on this evening than he had ever known her to be.