[…] camp-stools, telescopes, poetry-books, blue uglies, red petticoats, and parasols of every hue.

The dog's been chasing the mail carrier again.

The aircraft is designed to use a drag parachute as a brake, but Mr Prothero didn't have time to deploy it.

Let's tie one on! said Peachy gaily. Come on, Eve! Eve said she couldn't drink a thing. Besides, it's fattening!