He saw himself a welcome visitor at every station, even up to furthest lonely Condamine, retailing the news of these occurrences with all the authenticity of an eye witness, improving his narrative by each repetition.

Here was the basis of a new tale, Ode, Epic, Saga, or what you may please to call it, which he Burnside, the bard, should sing at each fireside throughout the land.
"And how are Mrs.and Miss Mayford, poor souls!" he asked.
"They're as well," answered the groom, "as you'd expect folks to be after such a mishap.

They ran out at the back way and down the garden towards the river before the chaps could burst the door down.

I am sorry for that little chap Cecil; I am, by Jove! A straightforward, manly little chap as ever crossed a horse.

Last week he says to me, says he, 'Benjy, my boy,' says he, 'come and be groom to me.