After I hadn’t heard from her in six months, she called me out of the blue to meet for lunch.

Softly she stroked the carpet with the palms of her hands. Happy carpet! she crooned. Aye, happy the very women that wove the threads that are trod by the feet of my beloved master.[…]

For quotations using this term, see Citations:stirrup.

He had much to learn about boys, and he learnt not by direct observation—for which he believed he was unfitted—but by sedulous imitation of the more experienced masters.