At each emptying the fire would be for a moment beaten, and only the white, thick, malicious smoke would come through; then a little spit of flame, another, another; then a thrust like a golden hand stretching out; then a fine, towering, quivering splendour.
Under the full noonday sun the fire was pale and so unreal, weak, and sickly, that one was almost ashamed to look at it.

But as the afternoon passed, it again gathered strength, and with the faint, dusky evening it was a giant once more.
"You come along," it said to Jeremy.

"Come along! Come along!" "I'm going to Mr.Somerset's, Mother," he said, putting two exercise books and a very new and shining blue Latin book together.
"Are you, dear?
I suppose you're safe ?" Mrs.Cole asked, looking through the drawing-room window.
"Oh, it's all right," said Jeremy "Well, I think it is," said Mrs.Cole.

"The street seems quite empty.
Don't speak to any odd-looking men, will you ?" "Oh, that's all right," he said again.
He walked down Orange Street, his books under his arm, the 3s.

3 1/2d.
in his pocket.