P.S.—I know my temper is rather short, but then think of my crust! And it speaks well for me that I would rather be roasted fifty times than buttered once. I do hate flummery, certainly.
She. "It's no use bothering me, Jack. I shall marry whom I please."
He. "That's all I'm asking you to do, my dear. You please me well enough!"
AN UNFORESEEN MATRIMONIAL CONTINGENCY