She pointed to one of them and said:
“Now, would you believe it? The egg that hen belonged to laid 53 hens running and never stopped.”
She called the egg a hen and the hen an egg. One would have thought she had been reading Life and Habit [p. 134 and passim].
At Englefield Green
As an example of how anything can be made out of anything or done with anything by those who want to do it (as I said in Life and Habit that a bullock can take an eyelash out of its eye with its hind-foot—which I saw one of my bullocks in New Zealand do), at the Barley Mow, Englefield Green, they have a picture of a horse and dog talking to one another, made entirely of butterflies’ wings, and very well and spiritedly done too.
They have another picture, done in the same way, of a greyhound running after a hare, also good but not so good.
At Abbey Wood
I heard a man say to another: “I went to live there just about the time that beer came down from 5d. to 4d. a pot. That will give you an idea when it was.”
At Ightham Mote
We took Ightham on one of our Sunday walks about a fortnight ago, and Jones and I wanted to go inside over the house.