Angela Brazil,
A harum-scarum schoolgirl
“ Mr. Elihu Burritt was guffawing to such an extent that his hat, and the venerable locks stitched inside it, tumbled to the ground, revealing a crop of brown hair. Mrs. Cora had lost her tooth altogether, and her turban was tilted to a most disreputable angle. She slapped her partner on the back, and commanded, between sobs of mirth:"Elihu—stop laughing! I guess we'd best wangle ourselves off!" ”
