Gif ony stal in the yet of the gilde...he sall gif iiijd. to the mendis.

After a pause that he spent whistling tunelessly under his breath, he said: “Hello, Miss Henry? […] ”

Examination led to the concluson that he had an irreducible omental hernia, as it interfered with his ability to follow his trade, that of an iron ruffer.

The storekeeper packed the case of tinned dog, etc., but by some blunder he or his man put the label on the wrong box, and it went per rail, per coach, per camel, and the last stage per boot, and reached my friends' camp on Christmas Eve, to their great joy.