It was all Wallingham, from one end to the other." "It's not remarkable," said John Murchison, patiently.
"You'd think he had nothing else to write about.

There was that reception at Lord What-you-may-call-him's, the Canadian Commissioner's, when the Prince and Princess of Wales came, and brought their family.
I'd like to have heard something more about that than just that he was there.

He might have noticed what the children had on.

Now that Abby's family is coming about her I seem to have my hands as full of children's clothes as ever I had.

Abby seems to think there's nothing like my old patterns; I'm sure I'm sick of the sight of them!" Mr Murchison refolded his newspaper, took his pipe once more from his mouth, and said nothing.
"John, put down that paper! I declare it's enough to drive anybody crazy! Now look at that boy walking across the lawn.