Miss Haig nodded and her rosebud mouth straightened into as thin a line as one could expect of a rouge-à-lèvre rosebud.
“I have several things to say to you, one at a time,” replied Haig smoothly.
Haig watched her run across the meadow, leap the brook, and hurry on to a grove of quaking aspens at the edge of the forest.
She felt that Haig was playing with Huntington, and biding his time.
Youre fortunate to have two such expert saddlers in your troop, said Haig.
Those who have no reason to hate Haig dislike him because he does not ask them to like him.
On the 27th I had received an urgent message from Haig about the exhausted condition of the 7th Division.
Haig paused, on one foot as it were, and looked over his shoulder.
Received long letter from Haig asking for instructions, which I sent by return.
Haig put his feet cautiously into the stirrup, and sprang into the saddle.