“Lovely!” Diane threw in another brilliant hostessy smile.

This field had had on it about seventy loads of muck per acre, which alone did no good until an application of limesand was given.

“[…] the awfully hearty sort of Christmas cards that people do send to other people that they don't know at all well. You know. The kind that have mottoes like Here's rattling good luck and roaring good cheer, / With lashings of food and great hogsheads of beer. […]”

I’m your age treble [i.e. three times your age], with some oddments to’t,