Upon the short flight of stairs they paused to hold counsel.
"Who'll go in first ?" inquires Tadpole.
"You--you're the senior," answered East.
"Catch me.

Look at the state I'm in," rejoined Hall, showing the arms of his jacket.

"I must get behind you two." "Well, but look at me," said East, indicating the mass of clay behind which he was standing; "I'm worse than you, two to one.

You might grow cabbages on my trousers." "That's all down below, and you can keep your legs behind the sofa," said Hall.
"Here, Brown; you're the show-figure.

You must lead." "But my face is all muddy," argued Tom.
"Oh, we're all in one boat for that matter; but come on; we're only making it worse, dawdling here." "Well, just give us a brush then," said Tom.