As our heroes passed along the Strand, they were accosted by a hundred gay ladies, who asked them if they were good-natured. Devil take me! exclaimed Echo, if I know which way my ship heads; but there is not a girl in the Strand that I would touch with my gloves on.

[H]e disappeared into his house much as a startled weazel makes for its hole.

Nothing bad will happen to you so long as you stay frosty.

Sparks of sunlight caught on a loveliness of ladybirds that had floated into the waiting room through an open door.