Solomon gave a whistle of relief as he entered their lodgings on Bloomsbury Square and dropped into a chair.
"Wal, sir! We been flyin' eround as brisk as a bee," he remarked.

"I feel as if I had spraint one leg and spavined t'other.

The sun was over the fore yard when we got back, and since then, we went to see the wild animals, a hip'pottermas, an' lions, an' tigers, an' snakes, an' a bird with a neck as long as a hoe handle, an' a head like a tommyhawk.
I wouldn't wonder if he could peck some, an' they say he can fetch a kick that would knock a hoss down.

Gosh! I kind o' felt fer my gun! Gol darn his pictur'! Think o' bein' kicked by a bird an' havin' to be picked up an' carried off to be mended.

We took a long, crooked trail hum an' walked all the way.