Are you ready to put yours on?
Don't be clumsy! Wait a minute, I'm not ready.

I'M NOT READY, I TELL YOU! NOW!!" [Between rival mothers.] "Your egg is so close to mine that I can't breathe---" "Move your egg, then, I can't move mine!" "You're sitting so close, I can't stretch my wings." "Neither can I.You've got as much room as I have." "I shall tumble if you crowd me." "Go ahead and tumble, then! There is plenty of room in the sea." [From one father to another ceremoniously.] "Pardon me, but I'm afraid I shoved your wife off the rock last night." "Don't mention it.

I remember I shoved off your wife's mother last year." We walked among the tiny whitewashed low-roofed cots, each with its silver-skinned fishes tacked invitingly against the door-frame to dry, until we came to my favourite, the corner cottage in the row.

It has beautiful narrow garden strips in front,--solid patches of colour in sweet gillyflower bushes, from which the kindly housewife plucked a nosegay for us.

Her white columbines she calls 'granny's mutches'; and indeed they are not unlike those fresh white caps.