GS

To crown all, the Child returns triumphantly seated upon the box seat of a G.S. wagon which contains—a piano!

To tell you the truth, Mr. G.s own dislike to it was of more weight than all his three reasons.

As she was approaching the house where two roads met, she saw Lady G.s carriage.

Do you know G.s expression when he compresses his lips and says no women?

What delights me in that is that G.s health should occupy two hours of enquiry.