He ran into her as he emerged with his arms full of scarves, mittens, and the famous jersey which had taken Alice Gaddesden a year to knit.
'Stuff 'em in somewhere, Pam!' he said in her ear.

'They can go up to London anyway.' And having shovelled them all off on to her, he raced along the passage to the library in search of Elizabeth.
'I say, Miss Bremerton, I want a book or two.' Elizabeth looked up smiling from her table.

She was already of the same mind as everybody outside and inside Mannering--that Desmond did you a kindness when he asked you to do him one.
'What kind of a book ?' 'Oh, I've got some novels, and some Nat Goulds, and Pamela's given me some war-books.

Don't know if I shall read 'em!--Well, I'd like a small Horace, if you can find one.

"My tutor" was an awfully good hand at Horace.