Marry, WE know what worm-holes are!" A ghastly grin spread over the faces of the spectral assembly as they gathered around the chest with silent laughter.
"Wilt walk 'ere and see the phonograph in the libry, made by Hedison, an Hamerican, which bottles up the voice and preserves it fresh for a hundred years?
'Tis a rare new fancy." "Rot," said 'Arry.

Then turning to the giggling Maudlin, he whispered: "Saw it las' toime.

'Is lordship got a piece o' moy moind that oi reeled off into it about this 'ere swindle.

Fawney that old bloke there charging a tanner apiece to us for chaffin' a bit of a barrel." "Have you no last new braveries to show us of the gallants and their mistresses, as you were wont ?" said Maudlin to the Cicerone.

"'Twas a rare show last time--the modish silk gowns and farthingales in the closets." "But there be no company this Christmas," said the custodian, "and 'is lordship does not entertain, unless it be the new fool 'is lordship sent down 'ere to-day, who has been mopin' and moonin' in the corridors, as is ever the way of these wittol creatures when they are not heeded.