A soldier has his arm round a fat-faced Maedchen's waist, an attention which she takes with the stolidity engendered by long habit.

Dear, willing, panting dogs, are laboriously dragging the washer-women's little carts up-hill.
"Vick," say I, gravely, "how would you like to drag a little cart to the wash ?" Vick does not answer verbally, but she stretches her small neck over the carriage-side, and gives a disdainful yet inquisitive _smell_ at her low brethren.

No words could express a fuller contempt for a dog that earns his own living.
The driver is taking his horses along very easily, but we do not care to hurry him.

I have not felt so happy, so at ease, so gay, since I was wed.
"This _is_ nice," say I, making a frantic snatch at a long acacia-droop; "_how_ I wish they were _all_ here!" Sir Roger laughs a little, and raises his eyebrows slightly.
"Do you mean _with us_--_now_--_in the carriage_?
Should not we be rather a tight fit ?" "Rather," say I, laughing too.

"We should be puzzled how to pack them all, should not we?
We would be like the animals in a Noah's ark." A little pause.
"General," say I, impulsively, "it has just occurred to me, are not you sometimes deadly, _deadly_ tired of hearing about the boys?
I am sure I should be, if I were you.