I don't know where she went to." "Oh, poor Lady Carfax! How horrid for her! Ralph, I--I could kick that man!" "So could I," said Ralph heartily, "if someone would kindly hold him for me.

He is a drunken blackguard, and if he doesn't end in an asylum, I shall never express a medical opinion again." "P'r'aps he'll die of apoplexy first," said Dot vindictively.
"Whatever he dies of," said Ralph, "I shall attend his funeral with the greatest pleasure.

Hadn't you better go and make that cake?
I shall want it by tea-time." "You are a pig!" the girl declared, pushing the sunny hair back from her gay young face.

"Isn't Bertie late this morning?
Perhaps he isn't coming.
Dad won't be able to take him anyhow, for old Squinny is bad again and sent for him in a hurry." "That wretched old humbug! That means more beef-tea, not approaching dissolution.

Old Squinny will never dissolve in the ordinary way." "Well, I must go." Dot reached the door and began to swing it to and fro, gathering impetus for departure.