It was floating dreamily on its back, with its four legs stuck up straight into the air.

It was what I should call a full-bodied dog, with a well-developed chest.

On he came, serene, dignified, and calm, until he was abreast of our boat, and there, among the rushes, he eased up, and settled down cosily for the evening.
George said he didn't want any tea, and emptied his cup into the water.
Harris did not feel thirsty, either, and followed suit.

I had drunk half mine, but I wished I had not.
I asked George if he thought I was likely to have typhoid.
He said: "Oh, no;" he thought I had a very good chance indeed of escaping it.

Anyhow, I should know in about a fortnight, whether I had or had not.
We went up the backwater to Wargrave.