We have no palms in the Canadian or Scottish Palæocene, though I believe they are found further south.

'We're waitin' fer the shower,' Jack told them. 'I don't fink there's any chance of it rainin' ternight,' Linda remarked. 'The silly ole sod's talkin' about a star shower,' Bill told them, turning to Jack.

The waxen pallor of her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect.

The other team was so good! We were creamed, and rightly so.