A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch.

―I am afraid I am due at the Homestead .

Whither away? Exploitable ground.

―Are you going, John Eglinton’s active eyebrows asked. Shall we see you at Moore’s tonight? Piper is coming.

―Piper! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back?

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.

―I don’t know if I can. Thursday. We have our meeting. If I can get away in time.