Love Among the Chickens

“Ah, of course,” he said, “you were in our carriage coming down. I was confident I had seen you before. I never forget a face.”

“It would be a kindness,” said Mr. Chase, “if you would forget Garnet’s as now exhibited. You seem to have collected a good deal of the scenery coming through that hedge

If there is one person I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.

We learn in suffering what we teach in song.

HAPS AND MISHAPS