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My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

I Am An Average Good Christian, When You Don't Push My Christianity Too Far. And All The Rest Of You—which Is A Great Comfort—are, In This Respect, Much The Same As I Am.

Husbands And Wives Talk Of The Cares Of Matrimony, And Bachelors And Spinsters Bear Them.

It Is One Of My Rules In Life, Never To Notice What I Don't Understand.

The Horrid Mystery Hanging Over Us In This House Gets Into My Head Like Liquor, And Makes Me Wild.