sir

Please, sir, can we have another order of that—and hold the rest?

“As you wish, sir,” she said with a worried glance at the children.

“Yes, sir. Very sorry to intrude, my lord.”

“We did see an ostrich on our walk, sir. It . . . I mean, she—Bertha—ran off into the woods,” Penelope explained.

“Pardon me, sir,” Penelope repeated, rather forcefully, for a Swanburne girl in high dudgeon is nothing to trifle with.