Denny said, 'But you don't look like skeletons.' The soldier stared, then he laughed and said, 'Ah, that's the padding in our tunics.

You should see us in the grey dawn taking our morning bath in a bucket.' It was a dreadful picture for the imagination.

A skeleton, with its bones all loose most likely, bathing anyhow in a pail.

There was a silence while we thought it over.
Now, ever since the cleaning-cauldron soldier had said that about taking Maidstone, Alice had kept on pulling at Oswald's jacket behind, and he had kept on not taking any notice.

But now he could not stand it any longer, so he said-- 'Well, what is it ?' Alice drew him aside, or rather, she pulled at his jacket so that he nearly fell over backwards, and then she whispered, 'Come along, don't stay parlaying with the foe.