I want to order mourning from Exeter, and to give orders for the funeral." "I--I don't understand you, sir," I stammered.
"Not understand me, my lad! Why, I spoke plainly enough.

You've tried to kill my Bob twice; third time never fails." "Doctor Chowne!" I exclaimed.
"Your most humble servant, sir," he continued sarcastically.

"I only wanted to add, that I should like you to do it as soon as you can, for he is costing me a great deal for clothes and boots." "There, there, Chowne," said my father, taking pity upon me, "boys will be boys.

I daresay your chap was just as bad as mine, and old Uggleston's baby quite their equal." "They lead my Bob into all the mischief," cried the Doctor sharply.
"Oh, no doubt, no doubt," said my father in his driest way.
"And I should like to know as near as I can when it's to come to an end ?" "There, there, never mind," said my father good-humouredly.

"Give them another chance, and if they spoil these clothes we'll send into Bristol for some sail-cloth, and have 'em rigged out in that." "Sail-cloth!" cried the doctor, "old carpet you mean.