The Dutch cheese had been bowled into bits.

With a portion of the mashed tarts on it, and champagne, it tasted excellently; toffy to follow.

Those boys who chose ginger-wine had it, and drank, despised.
The ginger-beer and ale, apples and sallylunns, were reserved for supper.

My mind became like a driving sky, with glimpses of my father and Heriot bursting through.
'If I'm not a prince, I'm a nobleman,' I said to Temple.
He replied, 'Army or Navy.

I don't much care which.