Several dozen of 'How-are-you's?' hailed the old gentleman's arrival; and a general raising of the straw hats, and bending forward of the flannel
jackets, followed his introduction of his guests as gentlemen from London, who were extremely anxious to witness the proceedings of the day, with which, he had no doubt, they would be greatly delighted.
The key proffered him by the bereaved widower being a large one, he slips his two-foot rule into a side-pocket of his flannel
trousers made for it, and deliberately opens his flannel
coat, and opens the mouth of a large breast-pocket within it before taking the key to place it in that repository.
He loves red tape--wears it wrapped round him in winter instead of flannel
. He's all for doing things in the proper legal way, which, as I dare say you know, takes months.
The young woman with the flannel
bandage waited, and dropped everything on the table wherever it happened to go, and never moved it again until she put it on the stairs.
He obeyed, slipping the set into the sleeve of his flannel
An' here, they'n gi'en you lots o' good grogram and flannel
, as should ha' been gi'en by good rights to them as had the sense to keep away from such foolery.
"Here I am," answered a half-stifled voice, and Rose was discovered sitting on the pile of red flannel
bathing clothes, which she had mistaken for lobsters, and where she had fallen in a fit of merriment when she discovered that the cannibals were her merry cousins.
Without suffering her to speak another word, or so much as to stir a finger any more, the women straightway carried her off to bed; and, having covered her up warm, bathed her cold feet, and wrapped them in flannel
, they despatched a messenger for the doctor.
She had measured out some drops from a medicine-bottle on a chair by the bed and, after swallowing them, and wrapping her head in a piece of yellow flannel
, had lain down with her face turned away.
The next day they sailed, and as the cruiser steamed slowly out to sea a tall man, immaculate in white flannel
, and a graceful girl leaned against her rail to watch the receding shore line upon which danced twenty naked, black warriors of the Waziri, waving their war spears above their savage heads, and shouting farewells to their departing king.
"You will remember about changing your flannels
, Peter?" she said, lingering over him.
The son -- his name was Robert -- was a boy of sixteen at Rugby; and you saw him in flannels
and a cricket cap, and again in a tail-coat and a stand-up collar.