"Now, what's the foal like ?" "Rather leggy, I should say," he returned.

"Is there any answer ?" Jim wrote a few lines with a pencil on half his sister's note, and gave it him.

He put it in the lining of his hat, and had got as far as the door, when he turned again.

He looked wistfully towards the table where the pressepapier was lying.

It was too much for him.