Never mind, she's been a brick to old Roger and Auntie Eva, so we must make allowances.

Old Hodder calls up nearly every day to ask after us all.

He's grown quite young since he was left alone in his cottage, and Armstrong came down like a sack of coals on that beast Pottinger.

My dear father, if you would like to know what I most hope you'll bring home for me, it's a football--Rugby--for the coming winter.

Armstrong's promised to coach me in the drop kick.