Jimmy was going to help me with the prank, but he punked (out) at the last minute.

If we can get his bolster-cover round his arms and then 'phone up a stomach-pump, we'll give the old dear the supper of his life.

The waggoner hearing this piteous appeal come out of the casier, jumped off the horse much frightened, and called the servants and his master, and they opened the casier, and found the poor prisoner all smeared and be-yellowed with eggs, cheese, milk, and more than a hundred other things, indeed it would have been hard to say which there was most of, — in such a pitiable condition was the poor lover.

My friends invited me out on Saturday, but instead I stayed in and watched television.