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Morton, but I have to be on my p's and q's I see. This is a case for trespass and damage against Lord Rufford in which we ask for 40s. an acre. Of course there is expenses. There's my own time. I ain't to be kept here talking to you two gentlemen for nothing, I suppose. Well; this gentleman comes to me and pays me 15 pounds to go on. I couldn't have gone on without something.
"Oh, deah, now de term's dun begun we'll all be dead wid dat boy's tricks!" he moaned, as Tom ran off, throwing away several tiny tacks as he did so. "So you've come back, have you?" observed Mrs. Green, as Tom stopped at the kitchen door. "Well, just you mind your P's and Q's, or there will be trouble, I can tell you that, Tom Rover." "Why, we never had any trouble, Mrs. Green," he said soberly.
"Then I must do for this debt what I do for those of my farmers who cannot pay their rent; I put a P against their names." "Which means paid." "Just so." "Put two P's, sire, and give a sigh." "So be it, Chicot; you see I can live in Béarn, even without Cahors." "I see that, and also that you are a wise and philosophical king. But what is that noise?" "Noise, where?" "In the courtyard, I think."
Morning in the Trenches The Artillery Preparation for the Infantry Attack The P.P's Chosen to Stem the Tide The Trust of a Lady Chaos Corporal Dover The Manner in Which Some Men Kill and Others Die. It seemed as though I had just stepped off my whack of sentry go for my group when a kick in the ribs apprised me that it was "Stand-to." I rubbed my eyes, swore and rose to my feet.
I knew no more what I was coming to than a babe, and once you're here, you stays here." "Well, never mind for the present, my man. Why, you're a regular lawyer, you rascal; I shall have to mind my p's and q's with you. Now don't talk any more, or you'll fidget, and that won't do your back any good. Will you have bread and milk, or beef-tea and toast, you luxurious person?
It was now about one o'clock, for this dispute had run away with the best part of the morning, when Sir Hurricane said, "Come, youngster, don't forget your engagements you know I have got to introduce you to my pretty cousins you must mind your P's and Q's with the uncle, for he is a sensible old fellow has read a great deal, and thinks America the first and greatest country in the world."
P. only jest before; hadn't we, Fanny? and if this was the famous Hepsom races that they talked so much about, she didn't care, for her part, if she never saw them again. And how was Major Pendennis, and that kind Mr. Warrington, who brought Mr. P's great kindness to Fanny; and she never would forget it, never: and Mr. Warrington was so tall, he almost broke his 'ead up against their lodge door.
"I'm goin' to your house right off, to tell your mother what you've been a-doin'. Ef you was my child, I'd beat you black and blue." "I wish I'd left you down there," muttered Sam. "What's that?" demanded Mrs. Payson sharply. "Don't you go to bein' sassy. It'll be the wuss for ye. You'll come to the gallows some time, ef you don't mind your p's and q's.
Lady Kilmarny said this smilingly, as she found the red book, and passed her finger down the columns of P's. "Yes, here's the name, and the two addresses on the visiting-card. Yes, an engagement with her would be safe, if not agreeable. But how to get you to England?" "Perhaps I could go as somebody's maid," I reflected aloud. She looked at me sharply. "Would you do that?"
She had belonged to the class which respectable, broadminded women, when they bantered G.J., always called "the pretty ladies," and as a postulant for respectability she had for her own satisfaction to mind her p's and q's. She could not afford not to keep herself above suspicion. She had been a courtesan. Did she look like one? As an individual figure in repose, no!
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