"Why yes, of course I had a dinner-party; why shouldn't I?
My son Rrchud, a private in the London Rifles, this young lady, Miss Angela--er--, and her friend--such a good quiet creature...." "And 'oo else was in the 'ouse ?" asked the policeman, glancing haughtily at the witch.
"Oh nobody, nobody.

The servants all gave notice and left--too dretfully tahsome how they can't stand Rrchud and his ways.

Of course there was the orchestra--twenty-five pieces--but _so_ dependable." "Dependable," said the witch, "is a mystery word to me.

I can't think how it got into the English language without being right.

Surely Depend-on-able----" "Your son 'as peculiar ways, you say, my lady," interrupted the policeman.
"Oh, nothing to speak of," answered Lady Arabel, wincing.