A surly, ill-bred Lord, That chides, and snaps her up at ev'ry Word

‘Heaven help this silly fellow,’ murmured the perplexed locksmith.

Suddenly I heard a familiar laugh, headed down to the bar and found José Andrés holding court with journalists on behalf of a solar-powered cookstove that cheaply boils water for people with little or no access to fuel.

Your check is in the mail. I gave it to my son to mail yesterday. I hope he remembered.