When _Trim_ came in and told my father, that Dr. _Slop_ was in the kitchen, and busy in making a bridge--my uncle _Toby_----the affair of the jack-boots having just then raised a train of military ideas in his brain----took it instantly for granted that Dr. _Slop_ was making a model of the marquis _d'Hpital's_ bridge. 
When Trim came in and told my father that Dr. Slop was in the kitchen, busy making a bridge, my uncle Toby took it instantly for granted that Dr. Slop was making a model of the marquis d'Hpital's bridge.
