"I was looking for you, to ask where the time-table lives.

I want to look out my journey for to-morrow.

Ralph ought to do it, but he is up-stairs," with a little pout.
"You ought not to have quarrelled with him until he had made it out for you," said Evelyn, smiling.

"It is a very cross journey, isn't it?
Let me see.

You are going to your uncle in Dublin, are not you?
You had better go to London, and start from there.