"Oh, my goodness gracious mercy me!" "I can't think what you 're referrin' to," stammered Mr.Bossom.
"So we're in love, are we ?" He cast a guilty look around.
"There's Mortimer, comin' down the path, an' only two fields away." "And it's a long story, is it?
Well, I'll let you off this time," said Tilda.

"But listen to this, an' don't you fergit it.

If along o' your dawdlin' they lay hands on Arthur Miles here, I'll never fergive you-- no, never." "You leave that to me, missie.

And as for dawdlin', why if you understood about canals you 'd know there's times when dawdlin' makes the best speed.

Now just you bear in mind the number o' things I've got to think of.