"Get thee gone!"
Cries Punch, and shakes his gingham in her face.
"The Silly Season's Nemesis we may stand,
But thou, the loathlier Bogey? Garn away!
(As 'Liza said to amorous 'Arry 'Awkins)
Avaunt, skedaddle, slope, absquatulate,
Go, gruesome ghoul—go quickly—and for ever!!!"
Mrs. R.'s nephew read out an announcement to the effect that Messrs. Macmillan were about to publish Lord Carnarvon's "Prometheus Bound." "Indeed!" exclaimed Mr. R.'s excellent aunt. "That's very vague. Doesn't it say how it's to be bound?—whether in calf or vellum?"