Sir Toby. Do not our lives consist of the four elements? Sir And. 'Faith, so they say, but, I think, it rather consists of eating and drinking. TWELFTH NIGHT.
"Dear, Mr. Winthrop, - what makes all this smoke here?" exclaimed Mrs. Nettley one morning, as she opened the door of his attic.
"I suppose, the wind, Mrs. Nettley," said Winthrop looki