'Good night; remember me to--ha, ha, ha!--to Pecksniff.

Take care of your cousin, my dears; beware of Jonas; he's a dangerous fellow.

Don't quarrel for him, in any case!' 'Oh, the creature!' cried Mercy.

'The idea of quarrelling for HIM! You may take him, Cherry, my love, all to yourself.

I make you a present of my share.' 'What! I'm a sour grape, am I, cousin ?' said Jonas.
Miss Charity was more entertained by this repartee than one would have supposed likely, considering its advanced age and simple character.