My Aunt Bridget she called me 'Mag' when she didn't make it somethin' worse.
"Mag's a hungry," in a voice more like scolding than anything else.
And Mag seemed as well content to wait, or rather more so than he was.
Why this should be so large I have no idea nor any means of guessing, for the Mag.
See to No. 10 with all the accuracy possible, for in the Mag.
And in a letter, discussing this very subject, in the Gentleman's Mag.
As for satisfying this lady about Mag Munday, why, I have given that up.
In order to try him, I desired he would show me the grave of Mag Munday.
"Or a Magpie," answered she with a capital imitation of Mag's croaky voice.
Only one other letter could be found which referred to the affair of Mag.
