I crawled under the fence.

“Heavens!” exclaimed Nina, “the blue-stocking and the fogy!—and yours are pale blue, Eileen!—you’re about as self-conscious as Drina—slumping there with your hair tumbling à la Mérode! Oh, it's very picturesque, of course, but a straight spine and good grooming is better.[…]”

The two who have no equals become friends without equal.

An hour to King George was plainly only an indeterminate period of time, for if we asked him how long it would take to walk from the river-bank to a village in the back[-]dam, he nearly always replied, Eh, man! 'Bout one hour! The unit of an hour was never divided or multiplied and one hour turned out to be ten minutes on one occasion and two and a half hours on another.