All the apple- and orange-women (especially such as had babies as well as lollipops at their stalls), all the street-sweepers on the road between Nerot's and the Oriental, knew him, and were his pensioners.

His brothers in Threadneedle Street cast up their eyes at the cheques which he drew.
One of the little people of whom the kind Newcome had taken charge luckily dwelt near Portsmouth; and when the faithful Colonel consigned Miss Fipps to her grandmother, Mrs.Admiral Fipps, at Southampton, Miss Fipps clung to her guardian, and with tears and howls was torn away from him.

Not until her maiden aunts had consoled her with strawberries, which she never before had tasted, was the little Indian comforted for the departure of her dear Colonel.

Master Cox, Tom Cox's boy, of the Native Infantry, had to be carried asleep from the "George" to the mail that night.

Master Cox woke up at the dawn wondering, as the coach passed through the pleasant green roads of Bromley.