We Never Tire Of The Friendships We

Try Not To Associate Bodily Defect With Mental, My Good Friend, Except For A Solid Reason

The Word Of A Gentleman Is As Good As His Bond — Sometimes Better; As In The Present Case, Where His Bond Might Prove But A Doubtful Sort Of Security.

"it Wasn't The Wine," Murmured Mr. Snodgrass, In A Broken Voice. "it Was The Salmon."

"oh!" Said My Aunt, "i Was Not Aware At First To Whom I Had The Pleasure Of Objecting."

They Don't Mind It: Its A Reg'lar Holiday To Them - All Porter And Skittles.