“Anne Shirley,” faltered the shrinking child, not daring to make any stipulations regarding the spelling thereof, “and I’m eleven years old.”
I shall be the luckiest fellow in the world, for if I find money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, there is nothing more left to want."
:Aluminum Book: MIT n. `Common LISP: The Language', by Guy L. Steele Jr. (Digital Press, first edition 1984, second edition 1990).
He had wished to know, finally, in the name of his mother, if Tess could really come to manage the old lady's fowl-farm or not; the lad who had hitherto superintended the birds having proved untrustworthy.
It is unlikely that a youngster like Adair would at once make a hideous scandal by exposing a well-known man so much older than himself.
Then the youth went next morning to the king, and said: ‘If it be allowed, I will willingly watch three nights in the haunted castle.’
A man named Frank Buck."
One fine morning the king commanded M. de Chevalier Dessessart to admit d’Artagnan as a cadet in his company of Guards.
"Milne, old chap, how do you feel?"
But some stubborn and talented diehards had this hacker kid in WAR GAMES figured for a happening dude.
There was a certain amount of the gamin element in the girl, at all events she invariably got on well with small boys.
Uriah, Traddles, and I, as the junior part of the company, went down last, how we could.
Standing at the station as the running wagon pulled up, was a stout, stubby Beaver dressed in a station-master’s uniform.
“I know him, one of the Grisson gang; a tall, big, good-looking punk.”
But Lip-lip had lived his life in camp and had fought many puppy fights.
The runt is a bird of great size, with long, massive beak and large feet; some of the sub-breeds of runts have very long necks, others very long wings and tails, others singularly short tails.
Now you may, for the sake of illustration, compare the different appearances of the star to the conjugation of a Greek verb, except that the number of its parts is really infinite, and not only apparently so to the despairing schoolboy.
Obed an’ the folks was in a dory, but them shapes dove off the far side into the deep water an’ never come up…Haow’d ye like to be a little shaver alone up in a cupola a-watchin’ shapes as wa’n’t human shapes?…Heh?…