'But I forget some of the words.

Do you mind giving me a construe ?' he said humbly.
Elizabeth translated, feeling rather choky.
'"On the Spartans at Thermopylae.
'"Him--"' 'That's Xerxes, of course,' put in Desmond.
'"Him, who changed the paths of earth and sea, who sailed upon the mainland, and walked upon the deep--him did Spartan valour hold back, with just three hundred spears.

Shame on you, mountains and seas!"' 'Well, that's all right, isn't it ?' said the boy simply, looking up.
'Couldn't put it better if you tried, could you ?' Then he said, hesitating a little as he turned down the leaf, and put the book in his pocket, 'Five of the fellows who were in the Sixth with me this time last year are dead by now.

It makes you think a bit, doesn't it ?--Hullo, there is father!' He turned joyously, his young figure finely caught in the light of Elizabeth's lamp against the background of the Nike.
'Well, father you have been a time! I thought you'd forgotten altogether I was off to-night.' 'The train was abominably late.

Travelling is becoming a perfect nuisance! I gave the station-master a piece of my mind,' said the Squire angrily.
'And I expect he said that you civilians jolly well have to wait for the munition trains!' 'He muttered some nonsense of that sort.