We agreed that gentlemen were always the last to drop, and were assured, therefore, of our living out the field; but I dreaded the moment of the goose's appearance, and I think he did also.

Saddlebank's pertinacity in withholding the cool ginger-beer and the apples offended us deeply; we should have conspired against him had we reposed confidence in our legs and our tongues.
Twilight was around us.

The tramp-children lay in little bundles in one tent; another was being built by the women and the girl.

Overhead I counted numbers of stars, all small; and lights in the valley-lights of palaces to my imagination.

Stars and tramps seemed to me to go together.
Houses imprisoned us, I thought a lost father was never to be discovered by remaining in them.