The once-sullen natives seemed to be fighting for the privilege of carrying something.

A half dozen of them dashed hither and thither and returned with great umbrellas, which they hoisted above the heads of the newcomers.

Lady Agnes sank back, faint with wonder, as the concourse lost itself among the houses of the agitated town.
Scarcely half an hour passed before the advance guard of the Browne company came into view at the park gates below.

Deppingham recalled the fact that an hour and a half had been consumed in the accomplishment yesterday.

He was keeping a sharp lookout for the magic red jacket and the Tommy Atkins lid.