Age! he won't know age till he's ninety.

Here he comes marching.

He can't bear surprises.

I'll wave my hand and call.' She called his name.
In a few strides he was at the carriage window.

'You, Charlotte ?' 'Home again, Rowsley! Bring down your eyebrows, and let me hear you're glad I 've come.' 'What made you expect you would find me here ?' 'Anything-cats on the tiles at night.