But he bore up nobly--exactly like an early Christian martyr.
The rest of us came along too.

I carried the spade and Dicky had the fork.

H.O.had the card, and Noel had the magistrate.

At the end of the lane there was Alice.

She had bunked home, obeying the orders of her thoughtful brother, but she had bottled back again like a shot, so as not to be out of the scrape.