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Hester is fishing in Scotland with Guthrie Loudon and a child named Ian.

"Guthrie takes out his rod and says solemnly he is doubtful about the fish today. They don’t as a rule take well with mist on the mountains. I reply facetiously that the fish can’t possibly know about the mist unless somebody has told them.

‘But the kelpies tell them, of course,’ replies Guthrie gravely. ‘I thought you knew that much, Hester. How ignorant you are, to be sure!’

Ian gazes at Guthrie with large brown eyes, and asks if Mr. Loudon has ever seen a kelpie talking to the fishes. This puts the good man in rather a hole, and he spends some time fabricating a long and somewhat complicated answer to the question."

From Mrs Tim of the Regiment by DE Stevenson

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"Who would have thought it would turn out like this?’ enquires Mrs. Falconer blandly. ‘It reminds me of a picnic I went to when I was a child ’

The thunder has made my head ache, so I lie back in my corner and try not to hear; but it is impossible not to hear. Why are we not provided with earlids to work in the same way as eyelids, so that if we want to be quiet we may shut our ears and drift away upon our own thoughts?"

From Mrs Tim of the Regiment by DE Stevenson

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Again from 1932:

"The bus is unpleasantly full men sitting and girls standing, which seems the usual thing in this part of the world. Discover to my surprise that Mrs. McTurk is also an inmate of the bus. She explains in a loud voice – as we hang grimly to our straps and are bumped together like straw stuffed bolsters at every jolt – that the Rolls is really too big for shopping, and the Armstrong is being decarbonised, and Mew reel and Mr. McTurk have gone to golf at Westerberry in the Alvis, so she has had to make use of this exceedingly plebeian method of transport much against her will. I make sounds of commiseration for her plight, but am secretly delighted that she should be enduring discomforts like other people."

From Mrs Tim of the Regiment by DE Stevenson

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From Mrs Tim of the Regiment by DE Stevenson, published 1932:

Church is full of very smart people in satin coats and new spring hats. The new minister takes for his text the controversial passage about the rich man whose entry into heaven is as impossible as the passing of a camel through the eye of a needle. He is exceedingly bitter on the subject, and I feel sure that the congregation cannot have come up to the scratch at the recent church bazaar....

Meet the McTurks walking home. Mrs. McTurk is in beige silk and sables. They seem quite cheerful [and] greet us with condescension. Mrs. McTurk asks me what I think of the new minister; a question which I find embarrassing under the circumstances. She goes on to say comfortably that of course riches are comparative, and implies that Rolls Royces and steam yachts are as necessary to some people as bread and butter is to others. Feel there is a flaw somewhere in her argument, but am too dazed by the awful sermon to detect it at the moment.