It was getting late in the day, but I am bound to remember no one said anything about their dinners, whatever they may have thought.
We cannot always help our thoughts.

We happened to know it was roast rabbits and currant jelly that day.
We walked two and two, and sang the 'British Grenadiers' and 'Soldiers of the queen' so as to be as much part of the British Army as possible.
The Cauldron-Man had said the English were the other side of the hill.
But we could not see any scarlet anywhere, though we looked for it as carefully as if we had been fierce bulls.
But suddenly we went round a turn in the road and came plump into a lot of soldiers.

Only they were not red-coats.

They were dressed in grey and silver.

And it was a sort of furzy-common place, and three roads branching out.