“Faith, an’ isn’t that the way oi get my livin’?”
MAFEKING NIGHT.
(Or rather 3 A.M. the following morning.)
Voice (from above). “Good gracious, William! Why don’t you come to Bed?”
William (huskily). “My dear Maria, you know it’s been the rule of my life to go to Bed shober—and I can’t posh’bly come to Bed yet!”
ANOTHER WAY OF PUTTING IT.
Little Effie (not at all inclined to go to sleep—to Nurse who is about to switch off the electric light). “Oh, please, Nanna, don’t turn on the dark!”
