He was thankful that he had not to sit next to Dobson, for he had tell-tale stuff on his person.

The morning was wet, so he wore his waterproof, which concealed his odd tendency to stoutness about the middle.
Mrs.Morran played her part well, with all the becoming gravity of an affectionate aunt, but as soon as the post-cart turned the bend of the road her demeanour changed.

She was torn with convulsions of silent laughter.

She retreated to the kitchen, sank into a chair, wrapped her face in her apron and rocked.

Heritage, descending, found her struggling to regain composure.