A nice man but dretfully particular.

We must wait for the end of this piece, the first violin is so touchy." They all waited patiently while the piece continued.

It was a plain uneventful piece, composed by a Higgins relative and therefore admired in the household.
"A thing that puzzles me," said the witch, taking advantage of an emotional pause while one violin was wheezing a very long small note by itself, "is why only ugly songs are really persistent.

Haven't you noticed, for instance, that a peacock, or a cat on the wall, or a baby with a tin trumpet, will give their services most generously for hours on end, while a robin on a snowy tree, or a nightingale, or a fairy----" She was interrupted by a scuffling sound in the umbrella-stand, and Harold the Broomstick, after a moment's rather embarrassing entanglement with a butterfly net, approached, panting.
"I must go," said the witch.

"I bet you twopence we shall have some fun to-night.