God Bless Us Every One! Said Tiny

I Am A Neat Hand At Cookery, And I'll Tell You What I Knocked Up For My Christmas-eve Dinner In The Library Cart. I Knocked Up A Beefsteak-pudding For One, With Two Kidneys, A Dozen Oysters, And A Couple Of Mushrooms Thrown In. It's A Pudding To Put A Man In Good Humour With Everything, Except The Two Bottom Buttons Of His Waistcoat.

Love, Though Said To Be Afflicted With Blindness, Is A Vigilant Watchman.

Mrs. Boffin And Me, Ma'am, Are Plain People, And We Don't Want To Pretend To Anything, Nor Yet To Go Round And Round At Anything Because There's Always A Straight Way To Everything.

Skewered Through And Through With Office-pens, And Bound Hand And Foot With Red Tape.

"it's Nothing," Returned Mrs Chick. "it's Merely Change Of Weather. We Must Expect Change."