"It's bigger business than I could have expected for another five years.

I'm sorry for the old man, though--HE'S nervous, if you like.

They can hardly keep him in bed.

Isn't that somebody beckoning to you ?" Elmore looked everywhere except in the right direction among the carts.
If you had been "to the Collegiate," relatives among the carts selling squashes were embarrassing.
"There," his companion indicated.
"It's Mother," replied Mr Crow, with elaborate unconcern; "but I don't suppose she's in anything of a hurry.

I'll just go along with you far's the post-office." He kept his glance carefully from the spot at which he was signalled, and a hint of copper colour crawled up the back of his neck.
"Oh, but she is.