He studied the map in preparation for the hike.

When, at the head-centre, the lady demonstrator, armed with a Brobdingnagian whalebone needle, threaded with a bright red cord, executed herringboned fantasias on a canvas frame resembling a violin stand, it all looked easy enough.

He would always sniff for the telltale odor of kerosene, which the residents might have used for starting fires in their stoves — Edwin was death against it because of the hazard to the whole village.

I unbuttoned my shirt to take it off.