They rose from a wreck of oddments that began with felt-covered water-bottles, belts, and regimental badges, and ended with a small bale of second-hand uniforms and a stand of mixed arms.

The mark of muddy feet on the dais showed that a military model had just gone away.

The watery autumn sunlight was falling, and shadows sat in the corners of the studio.
'Yes,' said Dick, deliberately, 'I like the power; I like the fun; I like the fuss; and above all I like the money.

I almost like the people who make the fuss and pay the money.Almost.But they're a queer gang,--an amazingly queer gang!' 'They have been good enough to you, at any rate.

Than tin-pot exhibition of your sketches must have paid.