"I daresay you did it very well," she said; "but if you're as cock-a-hoop as you make out I don't see how I'm ever to get rid of my depression. I shall be starting to contradict you next."
"Which," I said, "will be an entirely novel experience for both of us. But I'll tell you a better way; let's keep silent for ten minutes and simmer back to our usual condition of reasonable hopefulness."
"I can't promise silence," she said, "but I'll back myself against the world as a simmerer."
R. C. L.
Jarge (on a visit to London). "Let's go oop past th' War Office, Maria. We might see Kitchener."
Maria. "We'll do nothin' o' th' sort. More'n likely you two'd get talkin' an' we'd miss our train."
Shakspeare to the Slackers:—