I shall now give a dialogue which was held, as nearly as I can recollect, between Mrs. Nollekens and Mrs. Norman, the wife of a celebrated Dog-doctor, who, at the time I was with Sherwin, lived in Fox-court, St. James's-street […] .

The glare, the flies, while they waited, and he and the stationmaster put their heads together over the time-table, trying to find this other train, which, of course, they wouldn't catch.

[page 290:] Observed the track of a squirrel in the snow under one of the apple trees on the southeast side of the Hill, andl, looking up, saw a red squirrel with a nut or piece of frozen apple […] Snowed again last night, as it has done once or twice before within ten days without my recording it, — robin snows, which last but a day or two. [page 462:] He says that the most snow we have had this winter (it has not been more than one inch deep) has been only a “robin snow,” as it is called, i.e. a snow which does not drive off the robins.

The would-bes are very sure that the managers have it in for them; just as most young writers regard publishers as being in conspiracy against budding genius.