"Oh, Harry, you must be half starved," she exclaimed, jumping up to greet him, and throwing her arm round his bare neck.
"I'm about whole melted," he said, as he kissed her.

"In the name of charity give me a nobbler.

I did get a bit of damper and a pannikin of tea up at the German's hut; but I never was so hot or so thirsty in my life.

We're going to have it in earnest this time.

Old Bates says that when the gum leaves crackle, as they do now, before Christmas, there won't be a blade of grass by the end of February." "I hate Old Bates," said the wife.