Honoria, take your feet off my dress. Argemone, my child, I hope you spent a pleasant evening? Argemone answered by some tossy commonplace.

The window […] contains the only pleasant object in the place. This is a beautiful little miniature theatre,—that is to say, the orchestra and stage. It is fitted with charmingly painted scenery and all the appliances for scenic changes. There are tiny traps and delicately constructed “lifts,” and real footlights fed with burning-fluid, and in the orchestra sits a diminutive conductor before his desk, surrounded by musical manikins, all provided with the smallest of violoncellos, flutes, oboes, drums, and such like.

… demand for the boots fell sharply after the Battle of Waterloo, and Brunel was imprisoned for debt in 1821.

The Dog wasn′t remotely interested in the raffle even though winning the occasional fruit and vegie basket or meat tray has helped our constricted budget at times.