You just call out my name / And you know wherever I am / I'll come running to see you again.

He had just put the finishing touch on a piece of scrimshaw which he now presented to Aunt Gertrude. It was an ivory instrument of delicate, symmetrical design. One end had three long tines and the other had a revolving wheel with a toothed rim. Oh, it's lovely Chet! Thank you so much,” Miss Hardy said. “But what is it?” “It's called a jagging wheel and you use it for ruffling and marking the edges of pies.” “Are you trying to tell me something, young man?” “Only that I hope you use it very often.

… the debris was hurled down the hillside on to the line and swept the engine off the track and into the sea; the engine in question, ex-Cambrian 0-6-0 No. 874, was not considered to be worth salvage, and was abandoned.

'I was christened Sonny', the boy said with a protective formality which was clearly of some years' growth. ' It seems to have been all right then. Fashionable, you know. Now, of course, it's ghastly. Everyone calls me Sinclair, even Mother.'