United States or Liberia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Handsomebody greatly respected Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer Pegg, and this play of words on the name incensed her. "Am I to understand Alexander," she gobbled, "that you are making game of the Mortimer Peggs?" "Yes," giggled the wretched Seraph, "it's a cwibbage game. You play it wiv Peggs." "Leave the table instantly!" ordered Mrs. Handsomebody. "You are becoming unbearable."
"Good fellow, Strong ain't he, Miss Bell?" Sir Francis would say to her. "Plays at ecarte with Lady Clavering plays anything, pitch-and-toss, pianoforty, cwibbage if you like. How long do you think he's been staying with me? He came for a week with a carpet-bag, and Gad, he's been staying here thwee years. Good fellow, ain't he? Don't know how he gets a shillin' though, begad I don't, Miss Lauwa."
Suddenly The Seraph spoke in that cock-sure way of his. "There's a piwate at Peggs." Mrs. Handsomebody looked at him sharply. "What's that?" she demanded. At the same instant Angel and I kicked him under cover of the table. "What did you say?" repeated Mrs. Handsomebody sternly. "Funny ole gennelman at the Cwibbage Peggs," replied The Seraph with his mouth full. Mrs.
Word Of The Day