She told the children to take a bath and wash off the mud and grime.

They climbed the mountain.

‘Why, it is difficult, sir, I confess,’ said the tall footman. ‘It may be done by degrees, Sir. Coffee is the best practice. I carried coffee, Sir, for a long time. It looks very like rappee, sir.’

So Mrs. Cob— trimm'd up her locks, / Put on a flirtsome air; / And Mr. Dip began to look— / And Mrs. Cob— to stare.