While they were enjoying their meal and placidly tholing the cacophony from the wireless set, they saw the first of the Ardmore workers arrive in the café.

I applauded this watch-dog spirit, showing as it did both the kindly heart and the feudal outlook, but continued to tut-tut a bit at having missed the young pipsqueak, with whom my relations had always been of the matiest.

He had come straight up without mishap or swerving off his course, and his shut teeth unlocked.

You'd better rinse that stain before putting the shirt in the washing machine.