This would send my uncle rushing impetuously down to the gate, where he would recollect that he had with him neither his bag nor his umbrella.

All the children that my aunt could not stop would charge after him, two of them struggling for the umbrella, the others surging round the bag.

And when they returned we would discover on the hall table the most important thing of all that he had forgotten, and wondered what he would say about it when he came home.
We arrived at Waterloo a little after nine, and at once proceeded to put George's experiment into operation.

Opening the book at the chapter entitled "At the Cab Rank," we walked up to a hansom, raised our hats, and wished the driver "Good-morning." This man was not to be outdone in politeness by any foreigner, real or imitation.

Calling to a friend named "Charles" to "hold the steed," he sprang from his box, and returned to us a bow, that would have done credit to Mr.Turveydrop himself.