See Leander Kahney's piece in Wired last year for more tales of the firm's secrecy.
But Leander didn't hear him—his soul hed fled from its mortal tenement 'nd hed soared rejoicin' to realms uv everlastin' bliss.
Leander wasn't strong, anyway; besides, wasn't he his father's principal support?
The cord which Leander had tied to its leg still dangled from it.
That was a funny thing, too—that about Leander's not bein' there.
Leander was so absorbed in watching her, and in wondering what she would do, that he did not hear her question.
But, what I'm gettin' at is this: Babbitt'll come to me orderin' me to get Leander exempted.
True to his word, Leander came as soon as darkness fell, and the old dame let him in by the turret door.
Leander asked me right up and down if I wouldn't enlist if I was in his position.
Mr. H. Willis, of the Leander Crews of 1896 and 1897, who preferred to row with a stretcher set up a good deal prouder.