He wore canvas shoes and a corduroy suit, and sleeve-buttons and studs that were all bugs and bees.

I think I could make a drawing of the sleeve-button on the arm with which he held the umbrella over us; there were five different forms of insect-life represented on it, but I remember them all.
"I'm afraid you haven't enjoyed yourself very much," said Miss Lowder, looking at me rather critically.
"I?
why--no, perhaps not; I don't generally enjoy myself very much." Somebody out on the front seat laughed very shrilly at this: of course it was Mary Leighton, who was sitting beside Kilian, who drove.

I felt I would have liked to push her over among the horses, and drive on.
"Isn't her voice like a steel file ?" I said with great simplicity to my companions.

The dissatisfied man, writhing uncomfortably on his seat, four inches too narrow for any one but a child of six, assented gloomily.

Miss Lowder, who was twenty-eight years old and very well bred, looked disapproving, and changed the subject.