After all he must be possessed of a wonderful measure of adaptability.
"You have become famous," she said.

"Do you know that you are going to be made a lion ?" "I suppose the papers have been talking a lot of rot," he answered bluntly.

"I've had a fairly rough time, and I'm glad to tell you this, Miss Wendermott--I don't believe I'd ever have succeeded but for your nephew Fred.

He's the pluckiest boy I ever knew." "I am very pleased to hear it," she answered.

"He's a dear boy!" "He's a brick," Trent answered.