By the end of the cucumber season you will be another sixteen--or with luck seventeen--inches on your way.

Thirty-two inches in all, almost a yard.

And thus you progress towards your goal, slowly but surely, like in politics.' 'Thank you very much,' said Philip; 'we will think it over.' But it did not need much thought.
'If we could get a motor car!' said Philip.

'If you can get machines by wishing for them.

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