← Most of this time Mr. Jones had spent sitting in the taproom of the Red Lion at Willingdon, complaining to anyone who would listen of the monstrous injustice he had suffered in being turned out of his property by a pack of good−for−nothing animals. 🔊
← Never had the farm−and with a kind of surprise they remembered that it was their own farm, every inch of it their own property−appeared to the animals so desirable a place. 🔊
← But the explanation was really very simple. The van had previously been the property of the knacker, and had been bought by the veterinary surgeon, who had not yet painted the old name out. 🔊