So I reflected, having nothing better to do, when my wagonful of pilgrims had dropped out of sight in the fog--as a pebble drops into the lake--leaving me with the house to myself; and presently, as I sat at the window, I heard a white-throated sparrow singing outside.

Over in the wardrobe department a bossy woman in ill-fitting dungarees tried to talk her into wearing a short red low-cut dress for the test.

On the lighter side, Cassini should be coming out of darkside soon and run smack-dab into the distress siren.

And thanne the kyng and the duke and the othere seid lordes reden in fere to Londonward: and in the firste day of Septembre they comen to London everych on: and in the morwe suynge kyng Richard was put into the tour of London tyl tyme that the parlement, whiche began at Westm’ on seynt Jeromys day the laste day of Septembre […]]