Miss Brock is one of that round dozen of darlings I mentioned over our first glass of wine.
If Miss Brock doesn't get us out of this mess," thought the wily old gentleman, as he resumed his place at the table, "my nephew's weather-cock of a head has turned steady with a vengeance
Now, for a change, I am going to make a story about two disagreeable people, called Tommy Brock and Mr.
Tod moved OUT; because sometimes Tommy Brock moved IN; (without asking leave).
Tommy Brock was a short bristly fat waddling person with a grin; he grinned all over his face.
Now Tommy Brock did occasionally eat rabbit-pie; but it was only very little young ones occasionally, when other food was really scarce.
He sat in the sun, and conversed cordially with Tommy Brock, who was passing through the wood with a sack and a little spud which he used for digging, and some mole traps.
Bouncer; because Tommy Brock was so fat and stumpy and grinning.
Bouncer laughed; and pressed Tommy Brock to come inside, to taste a slice of seed-cake and "a glass of my daughter Flopsy's cowslip wine.
Bouncer smoked another pipe, and gave Tommy Brock a cabbage leaf cigar which was so very strong that it made Tommy Brock grin more than ever; and the smoke filled the burrow.
Thorpe told her it would be in vain to go after the Tilneys; they were turning the corner into Brock
Street, when he had overtaken them, and were at home by this time.
On the most conspicuous of these heights stood a monument erected by the Provincial Legislature in memory of General Brock
, who was slain in a battle with the American forces, after having won the victory.