He rose, took his hat and bill and went.
We left soon after.
"How mean!" said my wife. "Did you see? He made the other man's tip do. Even a woman wouldn't have done that."
It seemed severe, I thought, but that is what she said.
"The rats were chased out of camp and their skins tanned and made into dainty purses and handbags."—Manchester Guardian.
The rats having in their hurry left their skins behind them.
"The front door of the Lord Mayor's coachman opens on to a long, narrow staircase."—Weekly Dispatch.
Very interesting, no doubt; but the general public would have preferred to learn something about his bow-window.