But I could not drive a pair of horses in any case, said Miss Wentworth regretfully. "I drive our gig, back home, but Richard says I'm cow-handed and could never manage a pair.

Where's the table tennis balls?

[…] he is relieved from present responsibility to the Chicken, by the absence of that game head of poultry in the country, training (at Toots's cost) for his great mill with the Larkey Boy.

Only one thing sat otherwise than auriferously, and at the same time lightly, on Mr. Dorrit's mind.