What is it?
Let me see, you said two hundred pounds, and you want to buy your outfit out of that.

Keep a little by you in case of accident.' 'Well,' said the Captain, 'that's settled.

And if we are really to start to-morrow, we ought to get home to-night.

Mr.Conneally may be ready to start at a moment's notice, but he must at least pack up his tooth-brush.

May we see you safe back to town, Miss O'Dwyer?
Remember, we shall expect a valedictory ode in the next number of the _Croppy_.
Write us something that will go to a tune, something with a swing in it, and we'll sing it beside the camp fires on the veldt.