'Do you know,' said a thoughtful Bean, 'I'll bet that if all the girls Freddie Widgeon has loved were placed end to end-not that I suppose one could do it-they would reach half-way down Piccadilly.' 'Further than that,' said the Egg. 'Some of them were pretty tall.'

It was a harsh, rasping voice, in its timbre not unlike a sawmill.

'You must remember, Father,' said Mavis, in a voice which would have had an Eskimo slapping his ribs and calling for the steam-heat, 'that this girl was probab…

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

I haven't had that many women- only as many as I could lay my hands on.

To win a woman in the first place one must please her, then undress her, and then somehow get her clothes back on her. Finally, so she will allow you to leave …

I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things …