No, really, I like some of the others—four or five of them; but I don't like Arty.
Why, Arty, your illness is all the more reason why I should.
They came as young as you, Arty, and as weak as you, but no one ever made them do wrong.
Nonsense, Arty; the summer holidays will bring you round again.
How they did go on about Wellintun, and what an arty contamp they ad for him!