She insisted one was not enough, yet refused to explain how two should do the work of one.

Sitting on their two shoulders, holding on by their hair, she frightened the left-hand man by losing her balance and clutching his nose and eyes.

She insisted on having both men flogged for having dropped her, and Fred's refusal was the signal for new war, our rescue of her being flung at once on to the scrap heap of her memory.
She counted with cold cynicism on our unwillingness to leave her again at the mercy of the Germans, and had no more consideration of our rights or feelings than the cuckoo has for the owner of the nest in which she lays her eggs.
"Beat those fools!" she ordered.

"Beat them blue and give them no breakfast!" "Do you see that rock over there, Lady Waldon ?" Fred answered.

"Go and spread your clothes to dry.