"The Quartermaster's wife has more children than we have, and you know how much room she will get." "Quartermaster's wife!" muttered Mrs.Minchin.

"She would have been accommodated with the women of the regiment if we had gone home three months ago (at which time Quartermaster Curling was still only a sergeant)." Uncle Buller made no reply.

He was not fond of Mrs.Minchin, and he never disputed a point with her.
One topic of the day was "sales." We all had to sell off what we did not want to take home, and the point was to choose the right moment for doing so.
"I shan't be the first," said Aunt Theresa decidedly.

"The first sales are always failures somehow.

People are depressed.