"Oh, nothing at all out of the way—he's such an easy-going chap, you know."
"Well," I said, "I don't understand. Zacchy's all right, and I quite fancy him. Now, why should I scold him in the morning?"
"You see, he has to beat the carpets to-morrow, and strikes ever so much harder when he's in a bad temper."
What do you think of that?
Who, but a woman could have conceived such a master stroke of genius?
I often feel compelled to take off my hat to Mrs. Niblo.
Why, we were discussing a particular lady friend who was noted for her eccentricities.
"She's such a stickler for doing everything appropriately," I chanced to remark.