It squelches as I walk.

I feel like a soldier in the trenches." "I've torn my coat in three places," said Hattie, not to be outdone.

"It will be a nice little piece of work for Mrs.Johnson to mend it." "Glad they don't make us mend our own coats here," grunted Winnie.
"Miss Bowes would be ashamed to see me in it if I did," Hattie chuckled, "but I've knitted a whole sock since Christmas, and turned the heel too.
Cuckoo, aren't you tired ?" "Not a scrap," replied Rona, who was stumping along sturdily in spite of her encumbrances.
"Well, I am.

I wish it wasn't three miles back." "It's not more than two as the crow flies." "But we're not crows, and we can't fly, and there are no aeroplanes to give us a lift.

We've got to tramp, tramp, tramp along the hard high road.