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It's bad to take a woman by surprise, though these nervous creatures 'sterics, you see I'll send her a tally graph from the Stage. My sakes! the joy she'll be taking of that boy, too! He'll be getting sixpence for himself and a drink of butter-milk.

I stopped everybody frightening themselves into 'sterics at dinner to-day; but you could see how it took 'em; and, whether or no, I do beg Mr. May to be so kind as to let me sit up along with him to-night.

She laughed, and laughed, and laughed, rocking herself to and fro as if in an ecstasy of mirth. "Why, father, whatever's the matter with her?" Daisy looked quite scared. "She's in 'sterics that's what it is," he said shortly. "I'll just get the water-jug. Wait a minute!" Bunting felt very put out. Ellen was ridiculous that's what she was, to be so easily upset.

"The Dempster's gone into 'sterics with the drink, and the lil farmer fellow, Billiam Cowley, is over and giving him as much as he wants, and driving everybody away." "Can I speak to him?" said Philip. "Billiam? It isn't fit. He'll blackguard you mortal, and the Dempster himself is past it.

"What's 'the 'sterics'?" asked Phronsie, coming out of her glee, and drawing nearer. "Oh, I see some tears," and she looked soberly up into the thin, dirty face, and forgot all about her question. "No, you don't, either." The girl twitched away angrily. "There ain't never no tears you could see on me; 'twas the cat or the bird. Ain't you green, though!

"Chee, chee, chee," sang the bird, with delicious little trills, and shaking them out so fast his small throat seemed about to burst with its efforts. "There, you see he couldn't cry," began Phronsie, in a burst of delight;" you see, little girl," and she hopped up and down in glee. "He's got the 'sterics, an' he'll cry next, like enough," said the girl.

'My father's wery much in that line now. If my mother-in-law blows him up, he whistles. She flies in a passion, and breaks his pipe; he steps out, and gets another. Then she screams wery loud, and falls into 'sterics; and he smokes wery comfortably till she comes to agin. That's philosophy, Sir, ain't it? 'A very good substitute for it, at all events, replied Mr. Pickwick, laughing.