“Quick! quick! be off in a crack;
Cut your stick, or'twill be on your back!”
and a tag (the schoolmaster had been abroad in Little Britain!) for which my Lord Mayor—the conservator of city morals and the Thames—would have fined him five shillings.
“That Poll parrot swears like a Chrishtun!” Mr. Muff then took hold of Uncle Timothy's arm, adding, “If ye don't make haste, Mrs. Flumgarten vill look as bitter as a duck biled vith camomile-flowers.”
Within my solitary bow'r
I saw a quarter of an hour
Fly heavily along!
Mr. Bosky's quarter flew by the “fast flying waggon that flies on broad wheels!”
“Ha! ha! 'no creature smarts so little as a fool.' Well said, Alexander the Little! Poll—pretty Poll!
Pretty Poll! let's you and I