When I am in any doubt or difficulty I say to myself, "What would
Napoleon have done?" The answer generally comes at once: "He would
have borrowed from Henry," or "He would have said his aunt was
ill"--the one obviously right and proper thing. Then I weigh in and
do it.
"What station is this?" said Beatrice, as the train began to slow
up. "Baby and I want to get home."
"Whitecroft, I expect," said John, who was reading the paper. "Only
four more."
"It's grown since we were here last," I observed. "Getting quite a
big place."
"Good; then we're at Hillstead. Only three more stations."