I expect you tried to do too much, you know." "I know--you mean I'd best lie low a bit, mother." "Yes.

I know what you mean," said she.
"There you are!" exclaimed I, staggered by this new coincidence, "that's what every chap has said.

I'll do my best, really, mother; only it's jolly hard.

Don't be awfully sorry if I don't get right all at once; I'll try, you know." "You can't do more than your best, sonny dear." "Redwood says," continued I, "that I shall probably tool about more or less to the end of my time.

It's in my line, he says; but he rather backs me to pull myself together for all that." "So do I, Tom.