It seems to have become a kind of habit, same as the smuts and the Sarah Janes.

A swimming head is most certain the London style of head for a girl like me.

Yes, I am sorry I can't go with you, Miss Jasmine, darling, but I can't this morning.

I hope you will get safe to the City, miss, and that you will see the editor, and give it to him sharp for not sending you your _Joy-bells_.
Oh, my, Miss Jasmine! to think that your beautiful words is in print at last! Most likely the whole of London is flooded by them now, and the editor will be asking you for more of your words of beauty and wisdom.

You make a sharp bargain with him, Miss Jasmine, and before you put pen to paper again for him, you get your money down.