Boy. "Why, papa says, that toffee is nasty trash—and it's so very delicious, you know!"
SEVERE.
Old Lady. "Ah thin, bad luck to ye, Grigory! Where's your manners? One would think ye was in a gintleman's house, standin' before the fire with yer coat-tails up, and ladies present, too!"
LATE FROM THE SCHOOL-ROOM.
Minnie. "I am reading such a pretty tale."
Governess. "You must say narrative, Minnie—not tale!"
Minnie. "Yes, ma'am; and do just look at Muff, how he's wagging his narrative!"