I'll tell Mr Deane to-morrow.

He was grumbling the other day about the muddle you made over your algebra." "You look after your climbing, and never mind my algebra," said Mike huskily.
"Now, Mikey!" cried Vince; "hold on--tight as you can." "Yes.

Don't you want the other two feet ?" "Of course I do; but I'm going to turn over." "No, no, I say--don't!" cried Mike.

"Do think where you are! Have a good look, and then come up." "Here, I say, you'd better come down instead of me.

I can't see out of the back of my head if you can.