"Stay here for four weeks with the old Hen?
Why ever, Jack ?" "Don't know--but that's what I've got to do.

Are you going home ?" "I suppose so," said I, with an inward groan.

"But, Jack, what _will_ you do with yourself ?" "Much as usual, I expect.

Sha'n't get much practice in talking till you come back!" added he, with a low laugh.
"Jack, why don't you go home ?" I exclaimed.

"Are you in a row there, or what?
You never tell me a word about it." "Look-out, I hear some one moving!" cried Smith, and next moment he was back in his bed.
I was vexed.