“From a fragment of a short story written at the age of about twelve:
Mrs Keston put the dog in its basket, tidid her hair before a mirror, langwidley sat down and calved a chicken.
[A girl at a boarding school told to eat up the underdone beef she had left on her plate replies:]
‘I have quite enough blood in my family without going to a bullock for more.’ ”
(Ronald Firbank, The New Rythum and Other Pieces, p. 115.)