"Well, we'll see," returns the boodie, in a reserved tone; after which Mr. Browne once more returns to his seat and his senses.
"It was something Portia said," returns the boodie, composedly.
I found them certainly in your room up-stairs—your sitting-room—but I gave them to the boodie.
"To-morrow will be Christmas Day," says the boodie, suddenly.
But, unfortunately, the boodie has not yet quite finished all she has to say.
The boodie is in a state of triumph bordering on distraction.
"Nobody would be unkind to Roger," persists the boodie, unmoved.
"It is not," says the boodie, with a scorn that puts his in the shade.
"You would go right through it and come out at the other side," persists the boodie, nothing daunted.
"Just fancy Robinson Crusoe on it," says the boodie, with a derisive smile.