Flippant P. I tell you what it is, old chap, if you read so much history, you'll end by believing it!
The Int. P. (pausing before the Shakspeare portraits). "He was not for an age, but for all time."
The Fl. P. I suppose that's why they've painted none of them alike.
A Person with a talent for Comparison. Mary, come here a moment. Do look at this—"Elizabeth, Lady Hoby"—did you ever see such a likeness?
Mary. Well, dear, I don't quite—
The Person with, &c. It's her living image! Do you mean to say you really don't recognise it?—Why, Cook, of course!
Mary. Ah! (apologetically)—but I've never seen her dressed to go out, you know.
The Uncle. "No. 13, Sir Rowland Hill, Lord Mayor, died 1561"—
Tommy (anxious to escape the threatened chapters if possible). I know about him, Uncle, he invented postage stamps!
OVER THE CASES.